Wind, like we had on Sunday and Monday, is not something that I can say I am extremely fond of. Don’t get me wrong, I love a tropical storm, and have said so here many times, but just cold, blustery wind. Nope. I don’t like it. Not for me. It takes my breath away. It makes my nose run. It makes my eyes burn.
Sunday’s wind was no fun. Monday’s either, but I was working then and had no reason to be outside. Sunday I would have liked to enjoy the sunshine. Perhaps another day.
Besides that wind blowing everything to and fro around the yard it was cold. Darn cold.
I had moved some leaves Saturday, but they were kind of wet, so I figured that Sunday afternoon the wind, which we knew was coming, would dry them out and then I would move them on out of my way. Nope. Too cold for that. Perhaps another day for that as well.
Grilling some catfish for lunch was no fun either, and laying back in a recliner watching the leaves outside the living room window rush through the winter air made me tired, weary, and was almost depressing.
It is still winter, though, and I suppose cold windy weather comes with the season.
I still don’t have to like it.
The day was bright and beautiful from the inside. Sunshine, blue skies, whistling, nay, I say roaring wind, and then the patio umbrella over the outdoor kitchen counter, where the catfish cooking had just come to an end, took off. Not bright and beautiful anymore from the inside looking out. We had to brave weather again and save that umbrella. This one is fairly new. We got it last year after a tornado snatched the old one and sat it back down on a neighbor’s roof. The old one was not salvageable after I pulled out the ladder and climbed up there to retrieve it.
There was a bright note, though. Still is.
There was the chimes.
Oh the chimes.
Let’s talk about the chimes.
Those chimes almost make that wind worth the while. We have a large set of pipe chimes that I gifted wife Danny last year for her birthday or Mother’s Day or both since they are pretty close together in May, and a heavenly host of other chimes as well.
When those chimes got to chiming on Sunday it is like being in church at Windsor Cathedral. They even sound better than the old grandfather clock in our hall chiming out the midnight hour in the quiet of a dark winter night.
Doesn’t make me like the wind any better, though, it is just the sound the wind creates that I love.
This summer I’ll be saying just the opposite. I’ll be loving the wind.
A tropical storm will blow in from the south and blow away the mosquitos and the humidity and I’ll be singing his, or her, praise.
Just as long as it doesn’t cause any damage.
Following the drought of years past and the pine beetle infestation all over Mississippi, there are not that many trees left for a tropical storm to take down. The roadside of Hwy. 25 from Flowood to Carthage is piled high with hundreds of big bonfires just waiting to burn, more likely just awaiting removal, but they would make good bonfires.
At this writing on Monday morning, the wind continued to roar outside the office in downtown Forest, and the giant chimes in the Sights and Sounds Park across the way were playing a lively tune as the whirligig things were whirlgigging right along with the music. The leaves were flying high and I was thinking “I’m pretty sure our old, drafty house on the hill is going to be some kind of chilly tonight.”
Everything is going to be just fine and dandy though. In a couple of days it will have warmed back up and the electric blanket will be rolled off the bed and the air-conditioner will replace the fireplace once again.
This is, in fact, Mississippi and they did say that groundhog saw his shadow back at the beginning of the month. I guess it is safe to say we are plowing right on through our six extra weeks of winter weather.
Deal with it we shall, for we are already halfway there.
And, at least we have the chimes. The ones at home and over there in the park. Yes, the chimes. The beautiful, beautiful chimes. I feel certain they must be heralding spring’s arrival in about two weeks!
Oh, Lord.
Wait! Hold on. Let’s not rush things.
Spring.
Pollen. Lawn Mowing. Weed pulling. Garden work. We best enjoy this cold winter wind while we still can.
You know, perhaps I like a cold, brisk, roaring wind more than I once thought I did!
Yes, perhaps I do.
