When There's Nothing To Talk About, There's Always The Weather

The wind blows across our yard without ceasing and sends the leaves & branches of our trees & shrubs into a crazy dance. It picks up sand & dust and flings it into the open windows of our house, and even when the windows are shut, the dirt finds its way in through every tiny crack.

Sometimes a twisting little dust devil scrubs the roof with debris; other times I glance up, startled, as a piece of airborne trash blows by the window, and I make sure my little chihuahua is inside - he doesn't know how to fly!