We are getting closer and closer to that season of wind.

Our wind…the wind that plays and frolics on our farm, or that mighty wind that wrecks the havoc of a huge giant, or that hot summer wind a remnant of a dragon’s breath all arrives to our mesa from the Uncompaghre Plateau (Un-come-pah-gray—accent on the pah).

The ancient Uncompaghre Plateau catches and gathers the wind from Utah, allowing the wind to caress and stimulate the vegetation in the forests and canyons which make up it’s amazingly weird geology.  Once any storm-wind, snow, rain, or all three together, makes its way to Hay Stack Mountain, it will be upon us in about 15 to 20 minutes.  If you are out on the ditch bank, or at the Upper End, or in the fields of the Back Forty…you know that whatever is at Hay Stack Mountain you are going to experience it soon.

Yesterday we had a wind…but it was a playful wind, whisking across the open fields in little gusty puffs.  Reaching into the yard it took my trash in the wheel barrow and mischievously flung it a little further out so I had to go pick it back up and weight it down until I could get the load dumped.

It also was a chilly wind, but not so cold I had to wear a coat.  The little compact air spot between the wind gusts was actually almost hot if you were working in it.  So I worked with out coat, shivered when the gust came along, warmed up, then cooled down all afternoon.

I enjoyed myself immensely!

I’m one of those strange and rare people who actually enjoys the wind. (Although I do draw the line of pleasure with a wild and reckless wind).   My poor Momma had a hard time with the wind…it made her nervous…fed upon her mind and rocked her peace.  Like lightening and thunder does to some dogs, all children, and some adults.

I can remember as a child tying old black plastic, from last year’s ensilage pits, onto my wrists and ankles.  Then standing in the wind, turning this way and that……………..I became a kite!

Wind season is almost here…yesterday was pleasant.  I know there are Bully Winds out there just waiting to gather strength and soil from the neighboring states to descend upon us.  Persistently sifting top soil here and there and everywhere.

I can wait—I’m not ready for those winds.  But yesterday’s wind was a fun exuberant wind that I truly enjoyed!

Your friend,

Linda