We have gusts up to 40mph. A small tree in a wooden basket is teetering. I want to pick up the pot, put it indoors as a precaution. And I know it is the wind that makes the tree strong, makes it grow deeper roots. I want to say I understand. But if I was that tree, pick me up, use your will that is beyond me and carry me elsewhere; I don’t want a gust. Give me a breeze, I want to be a tree in the breeze. It's too late to be a sequoia in this world.