Sweetly Whistles The Howling Wind. . .Or The Snoring Preschooler
We have had serious wind the past few days. My new swing has blown over many a time and is now laying on it’s side waiting for the wind to chill the heck out already before I set it up. The last two times I set it up it fell and smashed my geraniums- see, I do learn from my mistakes!
So I’m sitting on the computer thinking, “Dang, that is SOME wind tonight! Listen to that howling whistle! Good thing I left the swing down!”
At that point I walked out of my scrap room, only to find that the howling, whistling wind powerful enough to fell mighty oak trees was, in fact, coming from my sleeping 4 year old.
