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What’s that old saying:

If March comes in like a lion, she’ll go out as a lamb.

And vice-versa.

Well this year, March definitely made her appearance as a lion.

It seems the wind whips across the pasture with greater force than in town – all that wide- open space, I guess.

I knew it was going to be nasty out there, because when I turned down the lane, I was greeted by shrouds of white caught on the fence and flying parallel with the ground. They’ve been trapped there since mid-winter when another ferocious wind set them loose from wherever they’d lived previously.

Charles Dickens and his ghosts of Christmas present, past and future crossed my mind as I made my way toward my two old sweeties.

By March I’m sick of the wind.

It’s worn me down.

Worn me out.

We haven’t had much snow this winter. Nor has it been all that cold.

Not like it could have been, though I also acknowledge that here in northern Colorado, winter isn’t quite finished with us.

March is often our snowiest month.

I think I’d gladly take more snow, if it could come without the wind.

My eyes sting, my skin feels gritty, and my attitude goes to hell in a hand basket when I’m battling the wind.

You’d think having grown up in Wyoming, I’d take wind in my stride. Maybe I did at one time. But as I’ve gotten older, my tolerance for wind has diminished.

I could do nicely with much less of it.

How about you?

A week or so ago we had some really big wind blow through our community. On our way to the horses we saw a huge evergreen tree toppled over, it’s shallow root system encircling the tree like a dirt-colored Frisbee.

In the backyard common area we share, an old cottonwood split in half – one side crashing to the ground.

And the oddest thing to me, or perhaps the most interesting was that the wind literally peeled the paint from our garden shed door. I found strips of it littering the street when I walked to get the mail.

Now that’s some serious wind!

As for the horses, they mainly hung out in the shed, sheltered from the wind.

But Brio, the youngster of the herd seemed to revel in his mane blowing, his forelock taking on the windswept look.

Where  do you stand on wind?

Love it?

Hate it?

Tolerate it?

Apparently it is an urban legend that the Eskimo language – Inuit I think – has an unusually large number of words for snow. According to Wikipedia, they have the same old number of words as any other language. And who wants to argue with that source these days!

But it got me thinking about the words for wind. If you’ve been following my adventures in the pasture, this won’t be a big leap. Seems like I’m up close and personal with wind much of the time.

There are the traditional words: air current, breeze, air, gust, whirlwind, tempest, draft, blast and gale.

There are the more romantic words: zephyr, Chinook, Nor’easter,  sirocco and Santa Ana.

There are words associated with storms: hurricane, tornado, twister, typhoon and cyclone.

Yes, these are good words, excellent words really, and each important and descriptive. But, I think some words or terms may be missing.

Pepper's tail blowin' in the wind. What can I say - she's a Dylan fan.

Words Like These:

Wind that blows your tail up.

Wind that blows your hat off.

Wind that make water fly. (Yes there is a story about this. Remind me to tell you.)

Wind that thrusts stinging pellets of snow in your face.

Wind that embeds dirt in your lip balm.

Wind that levitates hay from one pasture to another.

Wind that makes your eyes red and gritty and nothing more than tiny slits.

Wind that sucks the moisture from your skin and leaves you feeling like a lizard.

Wind that turns snow into mountains.

Wind that turns cars over.

Wind that breaks branches and knocks down entire trees.

Wind that won’t allow you to move forward – even an inch.

Wind that slams your car door into a concrete piling. (Yes that would be me!)

Really we don't usually part our hair down the middle!

Wind that makes your mane stand up. Demonstrated beautifully here by these two newcomers to the pasture.

Wind that turns small dogs into astronauts.

Wind that sucks papers (usually important ones) out of your car and shoots them across the pasture at lightning speed.

Help me out here.

What other words for wind are missing from the more traditional sources?

Let’s make a list.

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