The wind is safe in the Salinas Valley. John Steinbeck wrote about it. It is not something that you could possibly miss. It blows from north to south protected by that breathtaking mountain range. You have to create strategies to protect yourself from the wind in Steinbeck country.
Doors slam and mysteriously lock.
Papers that you might be carrying from your car to a building will just get whipped out of your hand by a fierce unknown gust, never to be seen again. Today, she plucked the cauliflowers and broccoli from her breast. She has her red leaf lettuces all neat in a row accepting gulps of precious, quenching, sprinkled water, her beverage of choice. Fat grass blades are really baby green onions standing strong against the bluster of the wind. The young dill looks like tiny, leafless, toothpick trees , leaning south, formidable spindles braced against the winds.