It’s windy today. Right now the wind is 23 mph, but gusts are supposed to go up to 50. I know Chicago is called the Windy City because of politicians talking forever, but it truly is a windy city.
I always wonder how the trees feel about the wind. When it’s really bad they rock back and forth and it looks as if they can’t help but break in two. But they don’t. Well, most of them don’t, anyway. Is it fun for them to be caught in the wind? Is it like a rollercoaster ride…a little scary, but fun, nonetheless?
After a wind storm there are branches and limbs on the grass and in the street. Some of the older trees, can’t take the wind, but I have to wonder if the baby trees are afraid, or just having a good time.
A couple of weeks ago, the wind hit, just for a short time, and my umbrella was up in the patio table. The wind picked up the entire metal table, broke the umbrella off of its post, and threw everything across the yard. The post literally snapped in half. The part that’s left is still in the table and the heavy bottom the post was in, is still sitting where the table was once sitting. It just pulled the table out of the bottom holder, broke the post, then threw everything around, and went on its way. Temper tantrum or fun? I think it’s just the way the wind blows.
In the end, it’s probably just Mother Nature reminding us of exactly who is in charge. Things go flying around, now and then, kids wading pools filled with water, just get picked up and flung to a new spot.
It’s a tricky thing. It might look calm, so you go out for a walk, then hear a soft chuckle, as the wind slams into you, pushing you forward, or sideways. It’s kind of like Russian Roulette without a gun. You just go out and take your chances.
If trees could talk, or if we could understand them when they do, I wonder what they would say about the wind.