The wind doth blow...

Well, yes it did. And from the northwest, bringing with it a complete change of season. Surely an end to our summer monsoon breezes from the south. But now that I think it over, I really do not know which direction the wind comes from. I know the direction the weather comes from, thanks to Wunderground and NOAA and weather.com.

But I never did learn quite how to read a weather vane and I should -- I have three perfectly good ones in my neighborhood. That would settle the matter of wind direction.

Eagle, angel and scottie -- an curious mix of symbols, isn't it? Nation, religion, home-and-hearth. No doubt there are more weather vanes in the city if I just go looking in the right places, say Mt. Vernon or Pleasant Street. I'll just do that -- one of these days, when the wind isn't bringing weather with it.

Later: My headline is not quite correct; here is the verse as I learned it at my mother's knee (and forgot parts over the years):

The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.