MIL used to call it 'dirt blowing' and it usually happens in March when fields are first plowed. Newly planted or plowed fields give up the loose sandy soil. It looks as if we're in the desert in a tan fog, as an East wind at 25 mph with gusts up to 33 blows the field behind us toward the house and the field north of us into the tree line for which our neighbors should be grateful we left.
It's been bad enough to keep us in the house this afternoon. The wind has been with us all week, but just today did the soil dry out enough to take to the air. Thunderstorms are predicted. I hope the rain reaches us.
DH was able to get the truckload of vines and overgrown shrubbery I cut yesterday hauled away. I started edging beds, with Buffy's help. (Buffy's great with trenches, but they're not exactly even.) I even attacked some Bermuda grass that had sneaked into the front bed. It came up easier than I expected. Mulch matters.