Who has seen the wind?
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
the wind is passing by!
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That was one of my favorite poems as a child. That, and "The Owl and The Pussy Cat." Don't get me started on that one.
I love the wind, and I've dedicated a numerous amount of posts to the winds here on the prairie. They are an ever constant thing. They just won't stand still for a picture! High winds, quiet winds. Maybe just a breeze... but always there to lift your hair up off a sweaty brow, when you're hoeing the corn. Spring winds are something different from other times of the year. They bring the rains- by the bucketful. But usually only after dark. Sometimes it is so windy, you can't open the windows- it'll blow the tea cups right off the window sill! We're at that point now. But it is so hot, we just moved the teacups and are enduring the winds and thankful for the slight cooling they bring. With the humidity so high, the front door sticks and it takes a hefty fellow to pry it open. SLAM! The wind closes it very conveniently- just make sure your skirt is out of the way- can't say how many times I've been trapped by that door over the past few days- waiting for a hefty fella...Good thing I have a few of those types around! Tornadoes are on the prowl and I hope everyone is keeping safe and sound. That kind of wind, I can do without.
7 comments:
hope you don't become Dorothy and end up in Oz... :-)
Weather really can be a comforting thing - particularly when it brings back childhood memories.
Remember John Denver's "Windsong" ? It's still one of my favorites. No curly winds, please! XOXOXOXO
What an absolutely gorgeous photo. Dear Indiana.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through!
Courtesy of Mrs. Malazzo, my 2nd grade teacher, who had us memorize this (and that was, um, quite a few years ago!). But I went to 2nd grade in NYC, and we knew nothing of wind. Now that I am on the prairie I know it well, and I find it terrifying. When we first moved here I went to the outskirts of town, out by the open fields, when the wind was blowing; I got frightened and started to get vertigo. I learned what prairie fever is! I now appreciate the stark beauty of the prairie, but it didn't come easily. We have far fewer trees here in Illinois than you have in Indiana -- it's always a relief to drive towards Indianapolis.
Isn't there something that we can do to get rid of those dratted tornadoes? So you really, honestly love the wind, dear Nines? You and North Dakota are really going to get along well!
Lotsa love....
I like a breeze especially on a hot day, but I don't like strong winds and we get plenty of them here.
Your photo is gorgeous. Living near hills and mountains, I can't imagine looking out and just seeing flat everywhere.
Stay safe and Please, Lord no more tornadoes.
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