The Way of the Winds

In the last approximately 45 hours spent awake, two-thirds of that has found me outside.

And let me tell 'ya: It. Is. Windy.

Saturday morning, we headed to some friends' house to tackle some landscaping projects. When was the last time you got to enjoy serving someone else in a big way solely for the reward of knowing you blessed them?
(Confession time: Ok, ok...we ate scrumptious BBQ after our labor. But we would have done it for nothing. Honestly.) Then came the cool of the passing clouds to dip the mercury and cool the day.

Sunday we basked in the calm of "The Day Before Memorial Day BBQ" at another friend's house. The wind was brisk but refreshing; the company eclectic but inviting. We ate good food, met new people, and sat in the shade of a giant evergreen. Win, win, win.

Today, the kids and I hit the front and back yards for some grass mowing, dandelion digging, edge trimming, bush watering, and new patio set-enjoying. Judsen kept exclaiming, "I blow away! I blow away!" Yep, those gusts of 54 mph could almost do it. Yet, the winds were warm and a welcome visitor when you're baking under the sun scooping out irksome weeds.

Bottom line? You just can't beat the crisp mountain air with the backdrop of snow-sugared Pikes Peak to accompany the necessary tending any land demands. I find I'm less irritated and more celebratory when I scope the picture with that lens...and it makes the cold beers and Dairy Queen dipped cones all the more pleasing when the bitter taste of weather woes go the way of the very winds which brought the troubles to begin with.