Monday, May 3, 2010

Monday Memories--dustinwind

Today we have 45 mile-an-hour winds with 60 mile-per-hour gusts.

I told Ande and Grace there was no sense cleaning house today.

Our house looks like the old museum on Highway 30.

I was raised on wind.  I find howling and rattling windows a bit comforting.

Until today I have never had the wind nearly whip the glasses off my face. I caught them just in time.

(Thank you for the picture Heather)

After today I fear we’ll either find carrots, spinach, and lettuce growing everywhere in our garden, or having to replant because the seeds are in the neighbor’s field.

We have an energy-efficient leak.

I have a friend in Idaho that named her children Windy, Stormy, and Dusty.

I memorized this poem when I was a little girl:

Who Has Seen the Wind?
by Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.


Deanna/Mimi said...

Love this post Jane. I thought about posting the subject of wind also, but I sure couldn't say it like you have. You captured what we all are going through. What a mess!!! I just finished mopping the kitchen floor and cleaning all the counters, etc. Hang on to those eyeglasses. Hugs.

Rebecca said...

My allergic nose is glad to be living in Provo today.

Barb said...

I went to a choir concert awhile back, and one of the numbers was about the wind and it involved a lot of whistling and blowing by the choir. Sounded just like your kind of wind today.
That picture of your front entrance is something else. What did you do instead of clean?

Barb said...

You've seen this, right?

Alisa said...

Oh- I am amazed! We have big wind here (you know? where the wind comes sweeping down the plains?) But you have got something greater than wind!

My daughter was in a State Choir this last January and one of their songs was that poem. I will have to see if I can send you a recording.

Tyler - Danielle - Emree said...

It was so horrible and Emree was SO bored while we were stuck inside!

Anonymous said...

I was a little concerned when I couldn't see your house anymore. Jake enjoyed writing in the dirt on the coffee table too!

Julie said...

Wow. That's lots of wind and dirt. A yucky combination. In Iceland the wind used to blow my kids over sometimes. I had to hang on to them on the way to the bus stop. It's amazing the power of wind. I hope some of your lilacs are left to enjoy after that!

Puhlman said... that is windy. I will have to call mom and dad to make sure there house is still put.

I have cousins with the name Windi and Stormi. Their last name you ask? Winter. :)

deidra said...

Ugh. I can support snow, sleet and all sorts of other weather, but wind gets me down. I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven when I left the southern Idaho winds and saw snow that fell straight down and not sidways! Six years later and it still enthralls me!

Becky said...

That is some crazy wind!

Love your old sewing machine in your entryway. Also, love the poem...I've been looking at poetry to have my children read/memorize/recite and this one might get added to the list. :)

Hope today is a little less dusty...

Heather @ Multiple Hats said...

I'm glad you used my photo! What a day, huh? We only lost 2 shingles, so I'm counting my blessings. Colton had to work overtime with the duster before bed, though!

Susan said...

Megan had parked her car over by the neighbors yard, under his tree. We were *kind of* hoping the tree would fall on the car. It's a junker, and the insurance money would probably buy a much nicer car. But, not to be. The tree limb fell right in front of the car. Bummer. ;)

Lucy said...

Oh, not me, not me. Wind makes me feel sad...forlorn. I curse it (using appropriate language, of course).

I heard about your wind. Fun way to post about it.

michelle said...

Great photos! That is some wind. I don't think I enjoy wind very much. Cool breezes, oh yes, but not wind.

Jill said...

Wow, that is a crazy amount of dirt brought in by the wind! It's often like that out in freakin Eagle Mountain at my parents' house, so cleaning feels like a losing battle.