Blowing your house in

Do you remember the story of the Three Little Pigs? The wolf warns, ‘I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in!’ He was outside our house last night, woke me and the crinkling chimney up in the early morning, and I can tell you he has been repeating his blustering warnings throughout the course of the morning. With each of his huffing blows, leaves are picked up and turned end over end, sticks are kicked up and flung downhill, trees cling apologetically to their toenails, and horses’ manes are twirled, straw-like, hither and thither, up and over. Our home is made neither of straw nor of sticks, but is it as sturdy as bricks?