I think I moved to the windiest place on the earth! In Houston we only had wind when a hurricane was on it's way. Maybe that's why I'm a bit anxious when I woke up to the wind hammering against my window. I don't remember this wind from my childhood. I do remember the tumbleweeds. My boys love it when I hit a tumbleweed with my car. They cheer as I plead, "please don't scratch my paint!"
I've been trying to think of a corny line such as "my thoughts are tumbling in my head just as the tumbleweeds roll down the street." But I've got nothing. Consider your self spared, you're welcome.
3 comments:
Its just where you live. I thought it was really windy up there too...and I thought we lived somewhere windier than normal.
But your house is beautiful, so I guess you have to compromise with the breeze.
Yes, tumbleweeds are a wonderful reason to live in Utah.
This week has been way windier than most (that is a word, right? Windier? Windyer? Windy er? Yes, it is a word in Utah haha!) Now that you are close, we need to get together!
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