Yesterday was very windy. I love the wind and the way it makes everything move, and the sound in the trees and the wires is just wonderful. The air, too, after a long hot summer, seems so much fresher when it's windy. The patterns the leaves make as they swirl around the corners are ever-changing. And the wind, like the sea, can not be controlled by us, we can never tell when it is coking and we can never stop it. I'm glad about that. Man controls too much.

On the other hand, it was quite a sight to see me yesterday morning trying to hang out a wet king-sized bed sheet on the washing line I finally got it untangled, but no sooner had I hung it out than it blew away. Fortunately I managed to stop it from blowing all the way through the vegetable garden, it still needed washing again, but it didn't get too dirty.