Each point on the compass has a wind with a name in Italy. The cold & dry wind from the Northeast is called the Grecale... meaning, coming from Greece. I don't know why. Greece is Southeast of us. I think the Italians were want for a name and not much carrying for the Greeks... a noisy & chaotic peoples... slapped that name on for the wind. I would've called it the Siberiana. More akin to a gale from the likes of the coldest part of Russia... to the NE. We are being pummeled by this Siberian/Grecian bone-chilling finger-numbing zephyr!!! I won't list other body parts subjected to its cold for reasons of decorum.
And, it's not helpful for working in the Garden on a Saturday in January!!!
I tried to repair a couple of parterres damaged by the constant rains, now much abated thanks to the wind shift from the NE. I carted in a wheelbarrow & dumped a mixture of rubble + dirt to rebuild the disintegrated slopes. Then, I thought of finishing off with laying-down some nice dirt... professionally bagged universal potting soil... to make the repair appear nice. When I poured an open bag on one area the ready-made soil just blew away before it even hit Mother Earth!!! I stopped.
So, I attempted to sweep the Portico on the side away from the NE wind. NO WAY, MAN!!! Apparently, La Casa Grande, missing its finished windows, acted like a suction turbine for the gale passing over its roof. I HATE grit in my face.
Surrendering, I went inside to join The Dog in front of the fire to watch a DVD.
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