In other words, it's really, really windy. Which isn't surprising, given the fact that March winds are famous.
In spite of the wind, or perhaps because of it, (wind can be intoxicating, you know,) my enthusiasm for a warmer, sunny day coaxed me to go outside and gather violets from their shady nooks, talking to them all the while. (Before you think I've come completely unhinged, know this: it is a scientifically proven fact that violets grow faster and stronger if spoken to. At least, that's what Mama told me when I was six. Maybe she just wanted me out from under her feet and realized I would gladly spend many minutes talking to flowers, because I was definitely that kind of child. Still am, as a matter of fact.)
Beauty — be not caused — It Is —
Chase it, and it ceases —
Chase it not, and it abides —
Overtake the Creases
In the Meadow — when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro' it —
Deity will see to it
That You never do it —
-Emily Dickinson
Go outside. Dance with the wind. Open your windows and watch the curtains swooshing and sweeping around. It's a beautiful life we live.
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Katie, you bring a smile and a sense of delight with your writing. Do not ever consider not writing....please.You have a true gift for sure.
"He makes the clouds His chariots
and He walks on the wings of the wind."Psalm 104:3
One of my first favorite verses. The summer Ruth was born it was windy. In July!! It was such a miracle, it just felt as though God were right there with me hanging clothes out to dry in the windy days of JULY in 1997.There has never been such a July before or since. (I am praying for another cooler summer like last year, though)
Oh my, how I love the wind - AND your blog! :)
wind is certainly a delight! it not only feels really good, but it makes the trees so beautiful when they are
"dancin' in da' wind" :)
the H
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