You can imagine my excitement yesterday evening under the wind! So many roses to deadhead so many shrubs to prune, and then there was this mad wind blowing and groaning and swooping up petals and leaves and things from the garden’s floor. How exciting!
I really love storms, all that power and energy amazes me. But what was I thinking pruning roses under the storm? There must be something magical in Nature—a subtle magnetism that so pulls me. Yielding to it must be the natural thing to do, right?
And thus there I was immersed in roses when suddenly everything changed. A mad wind came out of nowhere roaring over roof tops sounding almost evil. Fast moving clouds crept in, darkness came instantaneously. The air was wild with rose petals and leaves and I heard the trees murmuring; more like a wailing, their heads bowing to the roaring storm. Yet, still I wouldn’t go inside; not yet. I was completely under the wind’s spell.
I then noticed something very peculiar. She wasn’t walking, but more like gliding along the rose beds; moving without moving her feet. And this long hair she had! Then something unexpected: The witch lifted up her arms to the darkened sky, as if begging the Spirits of the Winds to aid her and whispered something I couldn’t understand—a jibber of some sort, but the wind seemed to understood for it picked up from below her and rumbled and grumbled throughout the garden lifting petals and all sort of debris in response. Then, she was gone. Just like that. Gone!
Sometimes I wonder if perhaps this is the sort of impression I may be sending off onto my neighbors when they get to look beyond their windows and all they get to see is this peculiar barefooted wild hair woman pruning storms under a darkened sky ;)
