Monday, October 04, 2010

me, I've seen the wind

I'm well familiar with the wind, being a child of the prairies. That doesn't mean I have to like it.

You are never far from the wind in WInnipeg, where I spent most of my childhood, but you never really get used to it. You know that it is coming and you brace yourself, but even with years of training, it only takes three days of incessant wind before you start to develop that twitch in your eye. The twitch takes over your psyche and before long you are plotting your escape from the constant airstream that's flattening the grasses in the ditch banks. In your head, you run screaming down the highway, throwing yourself into the first car that slows down.

These days, I am surrounded on three sides by a bank of evergreens. It takes a concentrated effort for that prairie wind to make its way into the city, to hunt me down, and to penetrate my spruce barricade. These days it's only the most determined of winds that rattle the window panes. The autumn winds that lift the branches of those long-lived deciduous trees, the ones that hang on to the last of the yellow foliage, are only toying with me.

Unless I invite them in, they can only peer through the frosted glass, and wait for me to step outside.

9 comments:

umbrellalady said...

I know that picture! It is one of Di's pictures from a couple years ago - she has a whole series based on the Group of Seven artists. I talked to her about them when she displayed them at Poor Michael's Bookstore in Onanole. They are definitely irreverent!
Wind is interesting, tiring and can truly drive you to drink - not that that is a bad thing...

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Great Canadian art identification, Kathy! It is indeed one of Di's pictures! That's one of the reasons I chose it. The other reason being, it's just a great image.
I'm not so sure if wind has ever really driven me to drink (because I was going there anyway), but it sure has driven me to the basement.

L said...

I hate wind. I've always hated wind. As a runner, it's my sworn enemy. And then I did some sailing, found myself wishing for wind, and got some perspective. I freakin' hate when that happens.

Lesley

Allison said...

Lovely post!

Don't get a lot of wind here in the valley, used to get more back home. I do miss it. Just not when 'chill' is added to the end of it.

John Mutford said...

Growing up in Newfoundland, I was no stranger to wind either (did you see the news footage of Hurricane Igor?). Likewise, Nunavut was pretty windy too. However, it's hardly ever windy here in Yellowknife. We haven't had a blizzard in the two winters I've spent here. I miss the wind.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

How do you resolve the sailor and the runner in you, Lesley? Especially when one is demanding that the other put things into perspective? It's too much to ask!

It's funny how people are either firmly pro-wind or anti-wind, Al. I think we can all agree, though, on the nastiness of that suffix "chill"!

Even I am aware of the wind that Newfoundland gets pummelled with, John, but I was not at all aware of the differences of wind tendencies in the north. Do you want to borrow some our our Alberta breezes?

27thstreet said...

I know that wind from many attempts to fly fish for trout throughout the mountain west.

leazwell said...

Hurricanes, that's about the extent of our wind events.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It can get pretty wild in those mountains, Mr Anchovy. If the bears don't get you, the wind will.

That's sort of the granddaddy of all winds, Leazwell!