We don’t mind windy days, little Mira and me. When we notice the wind is blowing, we look at each other and say, ‘Windmills!’

And out to the balcony we run, to see if we can catch the wind.

Sometimes we have it, and sometimes not. It’s unpredictable. Mira is learning a new word: ‘gust’.
We wait for a gust, and when it comes along and our windmills are whirring we laugh and we laugh and we laugh.

I’ve been too busy to blog – have a writing deadline of the end of March, when I have to deliver the ms for my new book. So I’ve been absent from the blogs I enjoy leaving comments on, as well as from my own. Never mind, I’ll be back, and meanwhile, I’m trying to remember to play and relax between big bouts on the computer. So here’s a little wind poem I wrote for you:
Wind
It’s here
It’s there
It’s everywhere
Can we catch it?
We don’t care!