Wilding the wind..

Deluges borne loud on the wings of wild wind. Loud in the long island night. Exiling sleep.

Out here in the wide Atlantic a frenzy of stubborn gusts.

Warning enough early yesterday that a forage could be made to garner vegetables for Sunday ... Peas, broad beans, broccoli. Also chickweed which is wild and they say a great food,. and to move the flowerpot down to earth

The big gatepost nasturtium pot  that remains grounded..  No wide calm view now.

That wind disturbs wild life and tame life... Cats ruffled and restless. Jacob-cat vanishing for nearly 24 hours, in for food, but wired and unsettled. And out again. after nearly coming to "blows" in cat form with the younger one. such a hissing and spitting, and both told off for unseemly behaviour. ... 😏

Waiting waking for day. And no stillness even now. All the day long the wind they say. A constant bruit.

A venture to the gate; white and gold-bright tall flowers whipped to and fro, still sappy enough not to be broken. Marigolds looking tattered with their long petals awry.

The year at its turning. Dark longer early and late. All as it should be and is. .

Handwork thriving. Never a day wasted. And quiet hours needed and blessed today.  Odd balls of good knitting cotton gathered in to become hand towels, dishcloths, face cloths. Easy tasks for tired times.

We live within the weather out here.r we live within the weather here. Today there will be little chance of post as the crossing is too rough
And the cut hay will lie in the field
And the birds keep to shelter.

Quiet, sweet hours.