September 16, 2020. Western Head, Nova Scotia. Wind.

This morning I awoke to the noisy sound of the wind. And there were white caps as far as you can see. The heavy surf of the past two days has gone. No surfing today at Gull Bay. But the wind was fierce this morning and only increased in strength during the day. The painters were forced to stop painting because it was dangerous to get on the ladder. And the drips came off the brush between the paint can and the wall. Getting in and out of the house was a trick so I stayed indoors. One of the charms and difficulties of living on the shore of Nova Scotia is the changing weather. Last evening the fishing fleet could be seen out at sea. They use bright lights to attract the mackeral so when you look out at sea, you think you are looking at ciry lights. Except you are looking out at sea where there is nothing to see except wateer. Last night you could see them all night. But not tonight. No fisherman would go out to sea in this kind of wind. Tonight the fisherman must stay home, which will not please them. Two days ago when the waves started to get high Gill thought it was a helecoptor overhead, the waves crashing on the shore were so loud. Tonight she can not hear her radio for the wind. My house is great in a sorm. The wind whips around the dormers and the winds are loud. I like the sound but it is an astonishing difference to what I have seen and heard this summer. By morning, the wind may be gone. When we first moved here someone commented to us that if we did not like the weather right now just wait, because it will change. And they were right.