Veronica and the blustery day

February 23, 2013

The kinds of windstorms I have here on the West Coast pale in comparison to the windstorms I get in Oxfordshire, but a windy day is something to be celebrated anyway, so off to the beach we will go.

Just up on the verge the brave little crocuses grow short and hug the ground. The wind is not their playmate.

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But it is mine. I love to feel the wind on my cheeks and in my hair. I love to hear the crash of the waves.

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I have lots of company and fellow wind lovers on the beach today.

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The wind gives me a mustache…

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…and places lots of treasures in my path.

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The wind whips up medusa tendrils…

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…and crashes waves into the pier.

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All in good fun

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14 Comments

  • Reply Robert Burnett February 23, 2013 at 10:19 pm

    nice tendrillage.
    xxx

    • Reply Veronica February 24, 2013 at 7:36 am

      πŸ™‚ Robbie

  • Reply Irene February 24, 2013 at 12:05 am

    Such lovely beach pics, Veronica. I love the ones of your hair flying.

    • Reply Veronica February 24, 2013 at 7:36 am

      Hi Irene. Sometimes I wonder why I put up with two feet of hair but most times I love the way it feels…especially in the wind. πŸ™‚ (Brushing it out after is another story)

  • Reply Sabra Bowers February 24, 2013 at 4:50 am

    I enjoy the beach in cool weather. Enjoyed this walk with you.

    • Reply Veronica February 24, 2013 at 7:34 am

      Thank you Sabra. I love to take you with me. πŸ™‚

  • Reply sue@betwixthomeandschool February 24, 2013 at 5:00 am

    I could hear the wind and ocean all the way here in blustery Michigan! Thanks for sharing, really enjoyed this post! Sue at Betwixthomeandschool.blogspot.com

    • Reply Veronica February 24, 2013 at 7:33 am

      Hi Sue, I’m so happy you left your addy because now I can come visit you in blustery Michigan. πŸ™‚ Don’t you love that word “blustery”?

  • Reply Angela February 24, 2013 at 9:02 am

    looks like you had a lovely trip to the beach, and who doesn’t love a good wind moustache πŸ™‚

    • Reply Veronica February 24, 2013 at 10:19 am

      Lol, Angela, I definitely and absolutely live for one. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Pat Walsh February 24, 2013 at 8:14 pm

    Beautiful in word and image… my favorite is the one with all the little “treasures;” it evokes so many happy moments on many different beaches. A lovely essay, Veronica – thank you for sharing!

    • Reply Veronica February 25, 2013 at 8:40 am

      Hello again Pat, I’m so glad you stopped by and left me a comment. beach combing for treasures is the best, isn’t it? How’s the star gazing? You must have had high excitement with the meteors! πŸ™‚ I wish I knew more about space exploration.

  • Reply Sara v February 25, 2013 at 9:07 am

    Hi Veronica! Love those crocus–brilliant violet in verdant green with the sun shining through…lovely. Not a fan of the wind, myself. Hate eating my own hair…and having sand-blasted eyes…love watching it while sitting inside with a cup of tea, though. And there was that one time that we stood on the bluffs of No. Cal and felt the storm smash the waves against the cliff–the ground was shaking and the spray was hitting us in the face from the force of the impact. Mother Nature reminding us, who’s really boss. πŸ˜‰ Glad that you know how to play with the wind, your photos were very fun!

  • Reply veronicabalfourpaul February 25, 2013 at 10:13 am

    Hi, really felt the bluster! I lived in Vancouver when I was wild and free and twenty and thought I knew everything. I knew I loved that place, but had to return to Scotland as my visa ran out… but I have very fond memories of Kitsalano, where I shared a house with a few misfits… πŸ™‚

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