Tuesday, January 26, 2010

MISS SANDY AND THE BLUSTERY DAY, ANOTHER MISS SANDY MISADVENTURE...

The wind is due to "a gentle spring zephyr" rather than a particular holiday.

~Owl, Winnie The Pooh and the Blustery Day~

Yesterday was a very Poohish kind of day indeed. I observed the waving trees from my window but thought not much of it. A westerly wind was tickling their trunks as they shook in laughter. I noticed the gusts gathering thrust as it played its version of the big bad wolf against the side of our humble abode, huffing and puffing and trying to blow the house down.

Handy Hubby flew in the door with the hem of his jacket flapping out behind him like a kite tail in the wind. His cheeks were as pink as little Piglet declaring it to be "a ferocious kind of wind." He admonished me to be careful of the gusts and the occasional flying debris as I drove into town on some errands. I thought to myself, its just wind, no big deal.

I don't know why I bothered to fix my hair for as soon as I stepped out of the door it began to whip around on my head as the wind ran its fingers through it ruffling it up and out and until I had a do that resembled a porcupine. Not exactly the look I was going for.

Driving into town I was admiring the handy work of the wind. It tickled my fancy to see Sweet Gum balls scuttle across the ground in little clusters bouncing along like tiny tumble weeds. Layer upon layer of cream puff clouds were stacked upon a china blue plate sky. The leftover leaves of autumn gathered themselves up swirling in circles playing ring around the rosie. The bamboo grove swirled and swayed like a bunch of hippie chicks flipping their green tinted hair and upraised arms this way and that to the wild beat of the wind. And I wondered if Owl was right, could this be just "a gentle spring zephyr" or was it a particular holiday being celebrated?



I was surprised by its unexpected rudeness as it literally shoved me along the parking lot giving one final heave as I entered the store almost making me stumble. As the doors swallowed me up I heard a great roar behind me as the blast tried to gain entrance too. How rude!


Upon exiting the store my scarf necked sweater fluttered out behind me in cape style fashion making me feel like a superhero flying into the wind. I saw two little girls no older than three running and leaping into the wind with arms spread wide as if embracing the invisible. Their giggles were carried away on the current, hair streaming out in golden stands, and I wanted to run and leap and giggle with them.

Pulling my attention back to the task at hand I opened my car trunk to deposit my packages just as the sky darkened. Buggies being pushed by invisible patrons began to roll across the parking lot and a certain menace filled the air. I should have heeded Handy Hubby's earlier warning about being careful but I was still daydreaming of flying on the wind with two little golden haired girls in matching striped shirts when it happened.

A sudden whisk of perfectly timed wind slammed into my open car trunk just as I was leaning in to deposit a package. The lid shot down and crashed into my head. Lets just say I was suddenly seeing stars and it was still day time. I was too stunned to move for fear of passing out in the parking lot so I stood stock still and thought how the wind was no longer my friend!


Did you know that in Greek Mythology that Zephyr or Zephyrus, Greek for "the west wind", is known as the gentlest wind and the messenger of spring? Well, he did not have to hit me over the head with the message! After all, I did see his calling card right in my own front yard as tiny sprigs of Iris and Daffodils are poking their sleepy heads from their warm winter beds as they untuck themselves from their blankets of soil where they have been resting all winter. A tad too early in my opinion.

I crawled into my car after chucking the rest of bags into the boot for fear of being stuck again and called Handy Hubby. He asked if I though I needed to see a doctor in case of a concussion but I said I thought I was OK and that my goose egg and I were going home. I was somewhat reluctant to unload the car when I arrived but the thought of soured milk stinking up my car spurred me into action. It would have been funny to watch me dare to reach towards the trunk extending my hand and yanking it back several times before grabbing a bag.

I made it safely into the welcoming arms of Quill Cottage to sit on the sofa with a bag of frozen peas on my birds nest of a hairdo complete with goose egg as the westerly wind laughingly lapped at my windows. I once again admired its handy work as invisible wind babies were being pushed on the swings of the swing set by attentive breezes. I liked seeing the shifting shadow puppet shapes cast on the earth through the sun dappled trees. And, I like that a whiff of spring was in the air.

I forgave the wind for its uproarious behavior knowing that it was with anticipation that a particular holiday worth a riotous celebration was on the horizon ~ Spring!

Blessings,
Miss Sandy

17 comments:

Vee said...

Miss Sandy! It could only happen to you! And the reason may be because only you could tell the tale so well with humor and juxtaposing Pooh's adventures, too.

Oh my heavens! Hope you and your little goose egg are soon to part company. It blew and wailed here, too, but I had sense to stay home. ;>

Celestial Charms said...

Such a lovely post today Miss Sandy, although I was sad to hear about the goose egg. When Mother Nature is in a bit of a tiff, I insist on staying inside and being content to gaze out the window at her. I used to enjoy being a part of her anger, dances, and moodiness, but now as I get older I must admit I sometimes fear her. I've become very cautious over the years and I'm only 46 years young. Thanks for reminding us about Winnie the Pooh and friends. They bring comfort to one's soul. Hope your head feels better real soon.
Maureen

Vickie said...

Oh Miss Sandy! I hope your goose egg is a quail egg this morning! Poor you! But you & Pooh told the tale with such flair that I had to enjoy it! Sorry!!! ;-)

Bonita said...

Oh Sandy, I'm so sorry! I hope your head is okay!

What amazes me is how you can take a painful experience and turn it into a work of art. I've figured out what makes the writing so lovely: similes, metaphors, and personification. They are your language!

While I'm sorry for what happened, thank you for the reminder that spring is just around the bend. Hip hip hooray!

Barbara H. said...

I'm so sorry for your bump on the head, but I love how this is written! You do have a way with words.

Linda said...

Miss Sandy,
I so much enjoyed reading this story. Sorry about your head and hope you're okay! But the story is a fun read, and so fitting since I was thinking some similar thoughts yesterday in our 40 mph winds.

"The wind is no longer my friend" - I love that because personally the wind has NEVER been my friend. I detest wind. I don't have the kind of flowing hair that looks beautiful blowing in the wind - rather it takes my merely presentable hair style and makes it look like a bunch of straw. I've had that same experience with the trunk of the car at our local Walmart, because it sits out in the open where it seems like the wind is always blowing.

I never realized how windy Illinois was - no, not even living in the "windy city", since ya know that saying didn't have much to do with the wind. No, I never realized how windy Illinois was, until I moved downstate where there are just too many open fields and not enough trees to block the wind gusts.

But like you, I too enjoy sitting INSIDE and watching the wind (and I LOVE classic Winnie the Pooh). :)

Wanita said...

I enjoyed reading your story, but I'm sorry to hear about your bump on the head! I hope you are all better now.

Ima Weed said...

Oh, you do tell a good story! My grandmother always said that if the bump popped out you'd be okay, it was when it popped in that you'd best get to the doctor.

Becky K. said...

Oh dear, if your wind was anything like the wind we had yesterday, I think you are amazingly brave. I ran just a mile down the road for milk but hurried straight back as quickly as possible, such was the fierceness of that terrible wind.

I do hope it is bringing Spring....
I also hope your head is feeling all better today.

Hugs,

Becky K.

FrenchGardenHouse said...

Darling friend, if only I had every day the time to visit and read of your {mis} adventures! I am so glad you are okay, and please forgive me for laughing at your painful mis adventure. You never cease to amaze me with your skill at weaving together words to weave a magic spell. Thank you for another post filled with love. xoxo Lidy

The Feathered Nest said...

Oh Sandy, what a beautifully written post dear heart!!! But I AM so sorry for your goose egg! I hope you're feeling better and that the swelling has gone down ~ and by the way, any time you include Pooh in a post, I'M THERE!!! hugs and love, Dawn

Shopgirl said...

This was a lovely post Miss Sandy, I was loving the wind as you told this perfect story...The bump on the head brought me back to reality very fast...I am so sorry!
I will always remember your adventure in the wind.
Hugs, Mary

sonya said...

Oh Miss Sandy, I'm sorry about the bump on your head:( But you did write a beautiful story. Thank you so much for sharing and I hope you are feeling much better.
I love Winnie the Pooh too.
And yes, I am ready for Spring to be here and after reading your story it makes me even more anxious for it!
Blessings to you and your goose egg ;]
Sonya

Marlene said...

Living on the Gulf Coast of Texas, wind has always been HERE. Thanks to your incredible wit and humor I will never view WIND in the same ole same fashion again. Saw myself in every sentance. Simply love your post. You have a beautiful talent in writing.

Pat @ My Tattered Elegance said...

Miss Sandy, what a beautifully written story. I could not stop reading. You have a wonderful talent for story telling. We have a lot of wind in Texas and now when its bad I will always think of your little wind story. Hope the goose egg is better. Have a wonderful day sweetie.
Hugs, Pat

Diane said...

Sandy, you make me laugh out loud! You know how to use the language in such a picturesque way! :-)

I must post about your story on my blog today. I think there must be many others who would enjoy reading about your misadventures with the wind and who need a smile in these "After Christmas Doldrums"!

Diane

marie said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your goose egg ~ but what a treat to read such a delightful tale! I'm so glad that Diane shared your "misadventure" on her blog today!

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