Noticed the wind blowing in from the West around 4:00 this afternoon, the best direction, from land to ocean, as opposed to the killer Nor’easters that feed from the water and rotate inshore.
And, what a mercy, I now have screens on ALL my windows, having put up the last one in no time this evening.
The plants, which got a late start, have still figured out that it’s almost summer: today, a clump of wild daisies in the “romance garden” started to bloom, and it looks like the beach rose might have its first flower by the weekend.
Just came in from grilling, watching the fog settle in – not bad enough yet to hinder driving, but it does look like we could have “weather” tonight.
(Aside: checked weather.com, showers and thundershowers (def: short rainstorm with thunder and lightning) predicted to get here in about a half hour.)
Maybe I won’t have to water tomorrow.
Sometimes I feel like the old lady in the children’s book, “When the Wind Blew”. Sadly, the book is out of print, so copies are at a premium ($39 for hardcover on Amazon), but I snagged a used version in paperback years ago, and (unless I’m too tired) read it to my grandkids when they sleep over.
It’s a story (by Margaret Wise Brown) of a very old lady who lives in a drafty old house by the ocean, with her cow and her seventeen cats and her little grey-blue kitten.
Heaven knows, this house is far from a shack, and I don’t have cats, but sometimes when the wind sweeps in from the field next door, especially when it’s foggy like now or when we are buffeted by the elements, it does give the sense of being close to the beach, and isolated, like the old lady who didn’t even have a hot water bottle for her aching tooth.
I’m just glad to have the grilling done, and a UPS, for the computers.