The rush of blowing winds turned over trash and recycle lids in a trail of howls this morning. The windstorm picked up during the day. Multiple trips to the front yard had me chasing cardboard and plastic items that flew out in the street. Inside the house, loud gusting noises kept banging from the flapper outside the kitchen. The sky looked ominous and by mid-afternoon, the rains came.
Just last week the winds caused a panic in the house. An alarm sounded at 4:30 in the morning. "Get up," I shouted to my husband. Unfortunately with a fractured hip, he could not respond quickly. That left me braving the dark trying to find out what was wrong. Whew! It was only the wind that blew the door open and triggered the house alarm.
This alarming incident reminded me of the Big Bad Wolf who blew the first little pig's house down. While windstorms caused concerns today, they did not disrupt life like recent tornados that caused people to be displaced or homeless. There is much to appreciate in life but also so much sorrow from natural disasters or a man-made political crisis. I think about these issues as the flappers cause a ruckus again.
The Big Bad Wolf is blowing away once again. Will he just howl or start to roar? Luckily, the trash cans are placed away and the doors are closed.
Carol, your slice reminds me of the winds that howled and grieved under my eaves like a mournful ghost throughout the first year of COVID. I'd never heard it so loud; it was haunting, especially given the times. Nature itself seemed to be grieving. An alarm sounding in the night is a terrifying thing - and your poor husband, with a fractured hip! I continue to pray for his health and now for his healing. And for you, my friend. You always scatter light, no matter what.ReplyDelete
Fran, I think you have found a great image for the times-wind howling under the eaves like a mourning ghost, haunting the world. Your mind always rises to a higher level of thought, offering words that float into the sky. Thank you for the prayers. They are so comforting.Delete
Carol, I like your reference to the big bad wolf. It is a bit nerve wracking to hear the winds howl especially during the middle of the night when you are snuggled under the warm covers. We have some old trees on our property and I am always afraid branches will be lost during a wind storm.ReplyDelete
Bob, about warm covers. I still have not figured out in all my years how my sheets are always so cold when I crawl into bed. Being cozy inside the warm covers sometimes means adding a warm bedcoat or sweatjacket. I am one of those layer-up type of sleepers to begin with before coziness settles in.Delete
The imagery in your first paragraph is vivid! I could see you chasing that debris down your street as the winds kept whipping it further out of your reach. (Been there.) :) I also wrote about wind today; seems like it's on many minds.ReplyDelete
Thanks for visiting my slice I am glad to meet you here and at your blog. The wind is only making small groans this morning of day 9 so I will be off to a new topic today.Delete