Good morning everyone. Hope you’re upbeat about this new week? The Ragtag Daily Prompt today is YAMMER. M-W tells me that to yammer is to
1) utter repeated cries of distress or sorrow: Whimper
2) utter persistent complaints: Whine
3) talk persistently or volubly and often loudly: Grouse or kvetch
So I’ll yammer (2) about the prairie wind. This word is offered by fellow prairie girl, Sgeoil, and I know she will agree that our wind can be rather trying and drying at times. For all that, I love this land and wouldn’t want to live anywhere else on this earth.
Prairie Wind The wind, the wind always the wind lashing and thrashing the trees endless wind, a friendless wind wind that will yammer for days It dries you, fries you wants to despise you snatching your own breath away it pings you and zings you with knife points of grit and gray. It silts you, wilts you when you walk it tilts you, its howling can drive you insane and when you can’t stand any more gritty sand it hits you with driving rain. Winter season, more reason when your blood is freezin’ to abandon this country of woes cold is deep, snow banks heap and icy wind pierces your clothes.
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There is a lot of prairie where I lived in southern Minnesota as a teen. No hills or mountains to slow down the wind, and especially during plowing, the dirt gets carried everywhere. I remember walking against the wind coming home from school, about a mile, in junior high. It was hard to hold anything down, including our full, gathered skirts 🙂
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Oh, yes! Walking, barely holding your own, against a stiff wind. And full skirts… I remember one lady circa 1960 telling how she stopped for gas and a man came along just as a playful breeze fluffed up her full skirt. “And there I stood with my hem up around my eyebrows and he’s asking if he can help me. So embarrassing!”
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Here, when the wind’s in a mood it attacks the sea and buries the promenade deep under pebbles!
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I believe a sea wind could be quite a formidable foe. I can’t imagine how those old sailors faced high winds at sea.
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That’s the San Luis Valley, but unless it’s blasting me at 50 mph it’s fine with me.
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I suppose a valley could be like a wind tunnel?
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Yeah, when two mountain ranges open onto it. Definitely. 😀
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I loved this. You’ve expressed the essence of that yammering prairie wind superbly 🌬️
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I thought it would resonate with you. Thanks.
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