Blustery

[rejectomorph]

We're having one of those strange wind storms, when I can stand on my porch and feel something like a soft summer breeze, while, just a few feet above, the tops of the pine trees are rocking back and forth as though they might break at any moment. The noise is astonishing- at times, like a jet flying overhead. The power has gone off twice, so far, once while Sluggo was on, and I had to look at that smart-assed scold (Windows was not shut down properly. To avoid seeing this message again, always shut down from the start menu) from Windows while scan disk ran. I won't leave Sluggo on very long in weather such as this.

But I'm very happy that it is wet, at last. The wind has strewn golden brown pine needles all over the street, so that it looks almost like a dirt road. Once the rain stops, and they dry, passing traffic will pulverize them, and blow them to the sides of the road, where they will form a thick carpet on which it is very pleasant to walk. I do hope that the wind doesn't blow all the color from the trees before the sun returns. I want to get some more pictures. But, rain, finally!

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[waning-estrogen.livejournal.com]

I love those winds, but without the rain. I've just always called them treetop winds. I know the ones you're talking about. I've tried to explain it to my kids, but they're indoor kids and don't have the experience outdoors that my generation did.

[rejectomorph]

Treetop winds. Exactly.

I don't remember them happening frequently in southern California, but here in the mountains, most wind storms are like this. They tempt me to walks, but I know that the pine cones will be flying fast!