It may be because I was born in October but for some reason I feel alive when the wind blows. Not any gentle breeze but gales and gusts and mighty shouts of wind.
Just today, in between showers, I wrestled my comfy, stuffed to overflowing garden chair out of the shed, put on my thickest fleece and curled up with a good book for hours.
It does not seem odd to me and the comfort I get from the the wind on my face is like no other feeling, he is a friend, just letting me know he's hanging around.
At last! Welcome to blogland lady!
ReplyDeleteI feel exactly the same about the wind. I especially love to find a spot *just* out of the full force but where it can still get at me every so often :)
Love what you've done so far. Looking forward to more
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