tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post1875150557043547175..comments2023-05-16T01:55:32.822-07:00Comments on Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering: Winds of ChangePhyllis Hunt McGowanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-11320863474068853222008-06-22T06:53:00.000-07:002008-06-22T06:53:00.000-07:00Hele, that's a super compliment. Thank you!Polona,...Hele, that's a super compliment. Thank you!<BR/><BR/>Polona, I really like watching rain. I don't mind storms for that but the wind bothers me so much.<BR/><BR/>San, "Maybe I AM afraid of storms." That made me laugh, sorry :) I hope I didn't bring out your fear of storms again!Phyllis Hunt McGowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-19412350942347639702008-06-21T14:13:00.000-07:002008-06-21T14:13:00.000-07:00I enjoy storms now, but when I was a kid they did ...I enjoy storms now, but when I was a kid they did bother me somewhat. The idea of that lid being sucked into the night is a scary one. Maybe I AM afraid of storms.Sanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18245301334922883500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-32591974082328008832008-06-21T12:40:00.000-07:002008-06-21T12:40:00.000-07:00our storms are not life-threatening so i have enjo...our storms are not life-threatening so i have enjoyed watching them since childhood.<BR/><BR/>this is another wonderful story and the lid detail is amazing.polonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12631341810150848122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-38103108418160656642008-06-21T12:13:00.000-07:002008-06-21T12:13:00.000-07:00Yuu are surely one of my favourite tale weavers. "...Yuu are surely one of my favourite tale weavers. <BR/><BR/>"It did, of course, and a still morning undid the fear and the darkness." together with "the faintest childish echo of a voice from yesterday: 'do you think the wind will blow off the lid of the dustbin?'" - a beautiful pattern.helehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00500335410678018061noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-5404227526887051992008-06-21T10:49:00.000-07:002008-06-21T10:49:00.000-07:00Jaime, Yes, we had cracks in our house too, window...Jaime, Yes, we had cracks in our house too, windows and doors, and that made it worse. I don't know how it happened that when the storm did hit, I didn't panic like I thought I would.<BR/><BR/>Courtney, "that continually bring us back to who we once were" that's a great way to put it. It brought closure to the story, finding that lid. <BR/><BR/>Barb, I know of dogs like that and it's terrible. Phyllis Hunt McGowanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13370730851612587650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-4837327960324475802008-06-21T08:46:00.000-07:002008-06-21T08:46:00.000-07:00It's been a long time since I heard the term "dust...It's been a long time since I heard the term "dust bin" used. Great story. I loved the find at the end to tie it all up.Pappyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13118854996343714131noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-38516155915028041262008-06-20T17:43:00.000-07:002008-06-20T17:43:00.000-07:00I too am very fearful of storms. My poor little do...I too am very fearful of storms. My poor little dog is so scared when a storm hits that she shakes and pants and we fear sometimes she will have a stroke it becomes so severe.<BR/><BR/>Your story was as always most interesting and how amazing that the dustbin lid turned up as a buried treasure.Barbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08653940993739799006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-35858834007772509132008-06-20T13:53:00.000-07:002008-06-20T13:53:00.000-07:00I don't like storms either.What a remarkable story...I don't like storms either.<BR/>What a remarkable story, though! I can't believe she found the lid. I love these little things that continually bring us back to who we once were...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1814799811633243210.post-70828835369491356242008-06-20T13:35:00.000-07:002008-06-20T13:35:00.000-07:00I love storms...but I remember not loving them so ...I love storms...but I remember not loving them so much as a child. I was so afraid of the eerie whistling sound that came through the cracks in the doors, and I had nightmares that the wind was carrying me away.<BR/><BR/>It's so true that there's nothing to fear really, but fear itself. How interesting that when the *real* storm hit, you were washed in a sea of calm. <BR/><BR/>Wonderful story, asJaimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04803308252202460126noreply@blogger.com