Beaufort Scale 8. Fresh gale at 62-74 kph (39-46 mph).
Twigs and branches break off of trees.
22nd & 23rd May 2020.
That wind! It animates me – I feel alive, alert.
I need it to tug me, bend me. I want the battle. I’ll resist.
I step outside. The wind slaps at me, stops my breath.
It whistles and whines through the trees, lacerating leaves.
Branches bend and bow – some break.
It soughs and snatches at the swishing grass.
Swifts swoop, scud, soaring at its will.
I feel its power. I’m energised, excited, strong.
I love your use of words though I am quite the opposite from you and hate the wind, so tiring! One of the reasons I enjoyed being back in the UK in 1975 was the lack of wind compared to New Zealand. Sadly it has got windier here over the decades I feel.
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I do understand why the wind isn’t for you, But last week the wind was warm and comforting I thought. Arctic winds might not be so welcome!
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Great post. A strange 3 days and then it was gone. No damage thankfully!
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Nope. Not round here, anyway.
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Lovely sentiments. I used to find it all thrilling too, but now I look out the back window at my neighbour’s enormous eucalyptus and think if that comes down it will likely hit my house.
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Oooh, scary. We did lose branches round here last week, but not whole trees I think.
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Such a strong post! I always worried greatly, living in Fra nce. Surrounded by many trees, it was always going to be a costly, and often a destructive act of force, these winds. I do love them, sitting safely inside, NOT having to fear ripping down of power lines, destruction of trees, shrubs, birds’ houses, etc. But I am not surprised that you like the fierce force of these elements!
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I think there was little damage luckily, even to birds’ nests. All over now for a bit, perhaps.
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Your wind was warm and comforting last week; ours was cold and fierce. We get a fair amount of windy days here but last week was strange. The wind didn’t belong somehow. Today we’re back to sunny skies and balmy breezes! All that said, I love your picture poem as much as the photographs and video 🙂
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Thank you. You’re right, it was odd – wild, hot and weird!
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The wind didn’t seem to tear down many branches here, but was really throwing them around as your pictures show and it has removed many leaves. They were piled around yesterday when I went for my walk after the wind had dropped, which seemed weird – almost an autumnal feel before we have even had summer.
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I don’t think we lost many branches actually, but the ‘green’ smell of the torn down leaves was quite something. And so many wild cherries littering the ground before their time!
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I saw lots of tiny green wild cherries on the ground too.
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And no good to man nor beast 😦
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That’s very interesting. I’ve never felt that way in the wind, but maybe I should try!
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In can’t help myself!
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Good poem, bad for hairdo 🤣💕💕
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Hairdos are past saving now, Jo. Can you visit the hairdresser in Portugal now?
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Yep! I’m a twice a year lady. Grow it till I’m fed up with it then force myself to go. Short to defeat the heat 😘💕
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Twice a year? You’d be fine then. Not a Dulux Dog like the rest of us.
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I like the way you describe how wind can be exhilarating. But there are times when constant buffeting can be exhausting – even when the air is warm!
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Yes, sure, but I was only out in it for two hours. A whole day could have been a different story.
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Stilll energised?
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Yes, actually!
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can imagine you in a playground with all the kids when the wind gets up!
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Haha! And why not!
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Strong winds make me feel more terrified than energised. I worry about the roof, tall trees in the garden and when we lived on the boat, anchor drag. But maybe I’ll try to be more positive…
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Ah, well, I’m not a sailor. Gentle breezes a sea turn me right off! And I’m never again setting foot in a ship in a storm, as we did once – here: https://margaret21.com/2010/04/02/life-on-the-ocean-wave/
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Fantastic post, Margaret!
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