Blowy, windy, blowy...

Blowy, windy, blowy. Days and days and days of them. Til brand new spring-green, delicate leaves are blown down to die on the ground. What's that about? Its tiring, all this blowing and roaring outside. The sunshine looks glorious (even though the windows should be cleaned), but its not-so-glorious when you are out there being assaulted by the wind.