The house feels stuffy and dusty because I am unable to open any windows or doors without debris flying in or papers flying out! Several years ago, my youngest son, a toddler at the time, had his thumb nearly amputated in the door hinge as the door blew closed in just such a wind. I shudder now even thinking of that moment . The legacy of that event has left me mentally scarred and the sound of spring, in our house, is of me yelling each time someone goes outside or comes inside is " Mind the door!" I am seriously on edge!
|Farm road, spring morning|
oil on canvas
460 x 450mm
An iphone photo, so apologies for the poor quality. I am still dithering about cameras.