Someday, I will wake up and have my camera right beside me. For the entirety of the day, I will take photos of all that is around us as the light moves from East to West.

This month is Winnie-the-Pooh blustery-- which I love. However, some nights the wind is pummeling the trees so violently that we both stop what we're doing to look up and wonder if we're safe. We are.

This is the house the fourth little piggy built and no howling wolf is gonna bring it down.

Of course, one of the reasons I enjoy March so much is because of my love of clean and order (which I recently read could be caused by growing up in an environment of total disorder and chaos--which in my case, rang true). When the wind blows like this it is Nature swiffing the forest floors. The winds of March is just earth housecleaning-- brushing out the old branches, taking down dead trees, fluffing up the fields.

I said this the other day, or something like that-- and T did one of his 'I'm laughing at you, not with you' snickers.

Gotta fly to work-- here's a photo T took yesterday from our back porch trying to capture the wind ruffling through a white pine.

P.S. If you haven't seen the budding poppy photos Andrea has posted GO GO GO-- they are so precious and erotic and hopeful and all that is good in the world. The March 19 one just slays me.

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