pebbledash and valentines

I don't really want to write about the weather but as it has rather taken over most everyday activities - it is hard not to. I weep when I see the farmers in Somerset losing their livestock and their grazing to the floods and am in awe at the size of the waves crashing against the Cornish and Devon coastlines. Nature's revenge perhaps for our own wilful destruction of her planet.

the snowdrops have at last broken into flower along the bank

 Really, all the wind has done up here is wash away some soil on the fields that have no crops in, just leaving masses of exposed flints. The fields look like acres of pebbledash walls lying flat on the ground.
"I saw you toss the kites on high and blow the birds about the sky - and all around I heard you pass -"
Beezle murmured as we battled the wind.(he'd been reading some Robert Louis Stevenson}

Nice rounded shapes in the garden escaping wind damage. No leaves that would tremble.

Hyacinth Carnegie

the cat formerly known as Prince miffed at the lack of livestock to catch

 Beezle has not been enjoying the wind in spite of his murmurings.  In the field where the horses are he found a thin red plastic ring that must have belonged to another dog and had absailed over the fence. At first it was a great source of fun for him until the wind strengthened and blew it back over his head so it looked as if he was wearing a halo. Then it was a great source of fun for me.

 He looked as if he'd stepped out of a Piero della Francesca painting. Pixie was most reverent  towards him.

 He looked just like St Valentine and hey -  it's Valentine's day at the end of the week. The date was thought to be the beginning of the mating season for birds but unless the wind drops they'll find it challenging.
There - the whole blog post has been about the weather - I thought as much

Who has seen the wind?

by Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.