Whilst the Americas have been enjoying enduring the hurrican season we have been basking in early Spring sunshine.  It was of course too good to last and back on schedule with the Spring equinox, the gales of Spring have arrived here in New Zealand.

In case you didn’t know The Equinox occurs when the sun is directly overhead the Equator. This spring in the southern hemisphere it will be at 3.44am Tuesday 23 September, a day later than normal because 2008 is a leap year.  So that’s today!  Welcome Spring (again, I know it’s getting boring).

The exciting thing about the spring equinox, apart from the weather, is that the days start to get lighter and longer.   If you’re wondering what this photo has to do with the enquinox, let me explain.

The house on the left is the one that blew away in the last big storm.  Given the fact that we’re going into the windy season I thought it was worth showing the progress they’ve made in recent weeks.  I also think the house on the right is pretty cool even if I think I’d get vertigo living there.

Anyway, these houses need to batton down their hatches as we’re entering the windest time of the year.  In fact, today we’ve been experiencing gale conditions just as you’d expect to celebrate the Spring equinox.  Here’s some pictures to show how this has been impacting on Domestic Executive HQ.

This is a storm brewing if ever I saw one!

Hang onto your branches chaps

Or in this case, your roots and branches (sorry about the shudder there was a a gust of wind that put me off balance!)

Here’s a bit of good news though.  The bridge damaged in July has been repaired.

The bassets aren’t too fussed about the wind as they’ve got more interesting distractions trying to get the attention of our neighbour Jim.

The chickens have been really bothered though.  The wind kept ruffling up their feathers although George had the girls standing their ground.

Now this is not nice

Now come along girls, we can withstand this wind

Maybe not!

With gale force winds of up to 120km per hour forecast overnight I’m going to lock up the chickens and baton down the hatches.  Well, they don’t call us windy Wellington for no reason at all!