The Suitcase Lady


February 25, 2014, 9:32 pm

I do not like extremely windy days. The exhilaration and excitement of a windy day when everything is in motion provides joy to many people. All I experience is a distinct feeling of unease.

The pioneers in the Plains states had wind problems as well. Living in sod houses in a flat, treeless landscape with temperature extremes and recurring, relentless winds, some settlers were driven to the point of insanity.

Windy days also serve as a reminder of the power of nature. Exhilarating winds are capable of turning into tornadoes, hurricanes and dust storms. I will never be found at a hurricane party.

Loving science, I have tried to develop a more positive attitude toward wind. It is nature’s gardener, bringing down old and diseased trees and pruning limbs. Wind is also a fabulous sculptor carving rocks and creating magnificent sand dunes. Without the wind, one of my favorite places, Sleeping Bear Dunes in Michigan, would not exist.

Wind fills sails, waves flags, dries clothes, pollinates plants, pumps water and makes waves. Wind energy is clean, renewable and plentiful.

The winds have been howling all winter and March will soon arrive like a lion. Personally, I am looking forward to it going out like a lamb. I am a hopeless lover of peace and quiet.


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4 Comments for this entry

  • Alyce Weiss on Facebook

    I always remember taking my children to the Library story hour and having the Librarian telling me she hated windy days because the kids would never settle down when the wind was blowing strongly.

  • Alice

    Mary, I am with you! I do not like wind! I find it unsettling. So, it was nice of you to find the good. :)

    My sister-in-law lived in SD for 5 years. She survived by making her basement
    into an apartment to avoid the wind!

  • Evie Robillard on Facebook

    Well, I’m a children’s librarian who loves the wind! Perhaps not in January, though . . .

  • Karen Little on Facebook

    Women with naturally curly hair are not fond of windy days. That said, I’ve spent most of my life looking like a wild woman. Even the gentlest breeze roughs up my hairdos, turning them into hairdon’ts. … Nice picture of you and your cats! Are the upstairs or downstairs cats?