Every year, around this time, we have, what I call, a “Winnie the Pooh” day... a “blustery” day. There is something about nature’s strong winds that I look forward to year after year. After most of the leaves have fallen from the trees, the lawn looks beautiful and I ask the landscaper to wait until the fallen leaves lose their brightness and start to dry before he comes to clean our yard. By that time, I know that most of the leaves will be blown away by the blustery winds of a day in November.

Where do these leaves go? Some poor person’s yard, I suppose. Someone who ends up having to rake their own lawn. We have a landscaper that comes to do our yard work, but by this time, his job is minimal since Mother Nature did the brunt of the work for him. I wonder if the person that ends up with all the blown leaves on his yard likes days like today?

As I write this, it is a bright, sunny day and the winds are blowing the branches of the trees against the house. Most of the leaves have left my lawn and are being blown down the street. Some are pelting on the windows and seem to be performing a wind ballet just for me. The roar of the wind sounds like waves crashing against ocean rocks and is quite soothing to me but is frightening the cockatiel. I have to close the curtain to the window which he sees out of in order that he can stop his nervous twittering.

The gusts of wind will calm down, as will our cockatiel. In the meantime, I will walk outside among the now bare trees and breathe in the cold air and feel the wind sneaking through my jacket. I will promptly run back indoors, grateful for the warmth, and make a cup of coffee and sip it while I sit by the window and enjoy this blustery day. Mother Nature is setting the scene for future natural wonders... snow. I am ready!

"Blustery days should be avoided by Very Small Animals."
~Piglet