Whew! It is so windy today again. So glad it is a south wind because my goodness walking along the cliff, I think I would have needed my big red/black bush jacket to cuddle up in. But no, the wind is warm just like my daughters burrito blanket. Yes you heard me, a burrito. One of her friends knows she is kind of quirky and loves blankets (fetish??) and so she got her this round shape blanket that came wrapped like a burrito…you know the kind you eat. Well this is not edible but wearable. So she unwraps it and woohoo. So the wind, well it felt like that woohoo. Warm and fuzzy on the arms and legs. Just the way I like the feel of the wind. Maybe not with so much kick in the bluster department but really, the wind can be so cleansing if that makes sense.
However, I feel for the tiny birds. Seagulls seem to ace the wind turbulence. But not so for the chickadees, wrens, plover, warbler and tiny sparrows. Wow I know some birds. I paid attention to grandpa!! Going along the cliff next to the farmers field, there are a spattering of small bushes that the birds like to sit on. It is amazing when you think about it, how they sit on a wisp of a branch, balancing with ease. Today, mind you, the wee things could not even get off the branches without being tossed around. Yet, I love the wind whipping my hair around, making it all messy like a birds nest. You know when you go to the salon and tease your hair. No need. Just go outside as it costs nothing. Besides, it’s not like anyone is going to see me out here anyway except for maybe the lobster guys way out in the water or the fox tucked in one of the burrows just over the incline of the cliffs. And the birds. Who knows? I have the wind birds nest coif. New look. Takes a lot to give it that au natural don’t-mess-with-me-hair-don’t-care look. It’s all good.
One of the things I love when it gets windy, it’s a natural dryer. You know…a clothes line. No electricity, kind of wireless technology. Yes. Chiching. I was so grateful when my brother-in-law built me one that he built to stretch across the yard. It even blends in with the trees. I always wanted to have one just like my mom and grandma. The smell of the fresh clean laundry, dried by the sun, lining up just so (of course, always hoping no birds would land to do their business). Hence…windy days. There is something about that feeling of getting back to simple things. Mind you, there are some drawbacks. No one seems to like the towels being hung out to dry. They are stiff and rough, not downy soft in anyway. And then we have of course the hanging up one’s unmentionables. We have got to move on from that. Really. Finally, I think someone else lives at my home that I am not aware of…I thought it was only my youngest and me but well…another load of laundry. It’s all good.
Of course speaking of laundry, there is a mystery surrounding socks. I know I am not the only who believes this happens. It seems whenever I do the laundry one of the pair of socks go missing. I am thinking of all the times I take a single sock, put it in a drawer, and then wait until the match comes up. Well, let me tell you that does not happen. For some reason I get a pile of single socks…and they do not match. Not a one!!! I mean I have gone into the washing machine, looked all around, put my fingers into the little slots, and nothing. Then thinking I am being smart I go into the dryer, into the lint catcher too…even the dryer hose. Where on earth could the sock go? Is there a laundry palette with sock on the menu?
Seriously, maybe you need to look under, over, above, behind, in and around the washer and dryer. Socks are sneaky little vermin….hiding intentionally. The match is there, I am telling you. You just have to look for it, for it is kind of like cling wrap; sticky business.
But regardless I welcome the windy day to do laundry and hang the clothes up outside. I guess it is one of the ways that I enjoy the simpleness of being outdoors. I like the action and the movement. Calming, methodical, easily completed. Check. Check. It may seem menial in its effort but satisfying to me for some reason. I have tried putting laundry out in the middle of winter…not good call. Clothes are stiff as a board literally. Haha. Someone said ‘freeze dried’. Good one.
Oh for a good windy day. Blessings.
Let us pray for all those in need and to our leaders making just right decisions to get us through to a new normal.