Yesterday the wind howled all day. Every now and then it would rise up to a biting scratching squall then drop back to a gale. It was not that cold or anything but it was furiously noisy. We forget how noisy the world gets in a wind like that. Wild. 
It blew my hair almost straight. Almost. However we pushed on with the list and achieved almost everything. It was a short list being Sunday and all. 
And you need to find some time on a Sunday for a wee lie down and a ponder. 
Daisy was milked, the sheep were moved, fences fixed, holes dug and laundry collected from the field, returned to the washing machine and rehung but no pegs invented can hold washing on the line in a wind like this. Actually proper clothes line pegs are on my list to buy when I go home….
…along with a Norsewear Jersey and some real sheepskin ugg boots for around the house. Only around the house mind you, no self respecting New Zealander would wear them OUT! Shudder.
Look how peaceful all these Sunday images are. 
The wine was ready to be decanted into the glass vats and now it will sit for some time. It has a lot of work to do.
The barn rocked and creaked and hurled abuse at the storms, but in the Daily View it sits solidly like a little pointy wooden mountain.
Warm. Lovely and warm yesterday. Good day for the grass to grow. 
Good morning my darlings and welcome to the new Farmy readers. Today if the weather is kind to me I shall do a farmy walk, so we can do a catch up on everyone, and you can get all the names attached to the animals. There is quite a cast. Tomorrow you will see some changes in the Daily View as that bloody wind spent all yesterday afternoon prematurely ripping the leaves off the trees.
Have a lovely day.
celi
On this day a year ago – One day we put on a play. This is one of my favourite stories from when I was a teacher in New Zealand. We had the best times with my tough bunch of kids.
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62 responses to “A Screaming Gale or Two ripped Through.”
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Did you make mead? I’m curious…..
Windy and rainy it is here in the big smoke. Too depressing to do anything outside. Didn’t even feel like baking.
You are still tired eva, have a nice wee lie down.. c
Your pictures keep getting more and more wonderful. Your words, too, of course!
I don’t like the sound of that wind, but it is more tolerable when the temperature is warmer.
You made me laugh! I wish Aussies wouldn’t wear ugg boots out either, but they do! But I’ve been known to visit the neighbours in my pyjamas on a Sunday morning, so I’m hardly one to talk. So much work, even on a Sunday, Celi! I hope you had a good chance to sit and ponder and rest. xx
Leaves plus wind = raking leaves. Yuck! Maybe all the leaves will blow into the neighbors yard? LOL Take Care, BAM
We have wind here in England too and though not as fierce as yours, it’s still enough to blow the washing off the line. I hate having to retrieve blown away sheets and rewash them because they’re dirty. I wish someone would design a decent clothes peg.
I think strong winds concern me the most, especially since I live in a highrise!
Ah this reminded me of home in Spain – we get days like that too Up the Mountain!