Several times a day I look at the image from the weather cam at the Fort Collins-Loveland (Colorado) airport that is pointed in my direction. I live down in a river valley, so don't have much of a horizon here, and that serves as my window to the world at large. Sometimes I catch some beautiful sunsets over the Rockies, and if I'm up early enough, the rising sun reflecting on the snow-capped peaks can make some fantastic colors.

Today, I see wind clouds crouching over the mountains. It blew like crazy last night, the wind chime on the back patio was clanking and the fox was barking and the tall trees were soughing.

We don't need more wind whipping the delicate squash and tomatoes I want to set out in my so-called garden and puffing dirt through the house next door where Mr. TroutBend thinks the furnace filter needs replacing. And we don't need the wind drying things out after the recent much-needed rain and snow storms.