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.
