Laying in bed with several cats curled up snuggling close. The wind is blowing outside in the cold darkness. The gusts howl around the corner of the house, furiously shake the tree branches that clatter near the window, angrily throw leaves and twigs against the wall with a peppering sound that almost sound like rainfall but not quite. The screen and window glass rattle in their frames as puffs of air surge through the small open gap of a window left slightly ajar. I feel safe and warm under the thick down comforter and quilts, the fire downstairs in the wood stove has the house cozy, and the cool fresh air breezing in the bedroom makes me feel like I am outside in my hammock or tent. The wind storm blows frantic and frenzied outside, but in here we are peaceful and content to listen to the big wind as if to a lullaby.
My husband has gone to work. I have the house to myself, so I open every window to the sunny warm spring day! I work in the yard and garden, wearing skimpy shorts and a bikini top (my typical summer attire), slathered in sunscreen, head covered with a large floppy sun hat that shades my face and neck. I am a sun worshiper through and through. Later in the afternoon, after I have mowed the lawn, I go inside to fill my water bottle and drink it, I feel a teasing, tantalizing breeze. Looking through the window I see branches with small new florescent yellow green spring leaves gently waving in the sunlight. I let my gaze drift around the house; papers rustling on the table, pollen and dust moving through a sun beam, curtain swinging in the bedroom doorway. I realize I am standing in a gentle wind tunnel, with a warm breeze traveling through the whole house. For the first time this year, all the windows are open, and a summer like breeze is cooling the sweat on my skin, and ruffling the fur of a cat sleeping on the window sill. I am in love.
Last fall I picked a few milkweed pods and planted the fuzzy seeds in a flower bed hoping to have some grow next spring. These brown lumpy football/ egg shaped pods are the right size to fit in your hand, and are full of hundreds of small flat seeds attached to something akin to dandelion fluff only its more like silky white fur. I managed to leave a pod in the back passenger door pocket of my car, where it has spend all winter. It split open a long time ago, the seeds content to stay put in their little nest, sleeping the winter away, until today… I had all the windows open to let in the warm air while driving home. As soon as I started speeding up, wind filled the small space from every direction at once. I heard something clack twice in the back seat and instantly the car was filled with iridescent white fluff, swirling randomly in every direction, a fluff explosion in a wind tunnel. These airborne seeds fascinate my funny bone, tickle my nose, caress my lips, and stick to all sorts of things in the car. The seed stampede recedes, and 15 seconds later has all but disappeared out the windows. I sing to those little seeds to grow and prosper in their new homes along the road. I sing to them to feed the little caterpillars so they can grow up into monarch butterflies. When I get home, there are silky fluffy seeds attached to all the seats and things on the seats. Their silky fronds sway in the breeze, shining iridescent rainbow colors in the sunlight. This is where they will stay until they find their own way to somewhere else, along with their empty pod nest. Much later I am reminded of the amazing milkweed explosion as I brush some of the seeds out of my hair!