Peevish Pen

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Location: Rural Virginia, United States

I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), Miracle of the Concrete Jesus & Other Stories, and several Kindle ebooks.

Sunday, February 10, 2008

A Windy Day (with Clouds)

Or maybe it's a Cloudy Day (with Wind).

The wind has been blowing today! REALLY BLOWING! It's played havoc with the power lines, and my computer has already shut down twice. Fortunately the outages have only been a minute or so each, but that was enough to take me off line.

These trees, for instance, normally stand upright. Notice how they're leaning to the east.

For the last couple of hours, I've watched the way the wind blows the clouds across the sky—kind of a never-ending, quickly-changing work of art. In the photo above and in the one below of the Peaks of Otter, the clouds seem frozen in place, but they're really flying across the sky.

Reminds me of a poem:

The Wind
by Robert Louis Stevenson

I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies' skirts across the grass

Oh wind, a blowing all day long,
Oh wind, that sings so loud a song!

I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all

Oh wind, a blowing all day long!
Oh wind, that sings so loud a song!

O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?

O wind, a blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!

Speaking of "singing so loud a song," one of the resident mockingbirds—determined he wouldn't be one of the birds blown "about the sky"—clung to a branch:

I don't have much patience anymore to watch TV or even movies, but I could watch the wind blow the clouds all day long.



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