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Which way does the wind blow?
After the recent storm there was no need to ask which way the wind had been blowing.
It was perfectly evident from the coloration of this sinuous oak trunk by the house.
Snow!
As dusk falls, snow has coated one side of the giant oak trunk. It could be an illustration out of a children’s book.
It’s been snowing on and off for hours, mostly in near-horizontal billowing gusts.
It started settling on the windward windowsills some time ago, but is only just now settling on the ground.
There’s a waterfall-freshness about the air and a hallowed quiet disturbed only by the wind.
I’m giving myself away, now. I absolutely love snow.
A storm coming
Yesterday, taking advantage of an overcast sky rather than blazing sun to pick gooseberries and white currants, I became aware that a storm was coming.
First there was a riffle of wind and a distant grumble of thunder.
A few minutes later a flash of lightning and a loud rip of thunder.
At this point I still thought it might be a dry storm, but on the heels of another gust of wind came the first heavy drops of rain.
The rain didn’t amount to much all told, but at least I was excused watering for one evening!
Oak flower soup
It sounds quite nice; you can have oak leaf wine after all. But it’s not so nice to swim in.
The mammoth oak by the house sheds its catkins, and the wind plonks them straight in the pool.
Yesterday it was like bathing in noodle soup and in no time at all I had a mass of the things in my fishing net.
Today the wind had veered and took a lot of them into the skimmer basket.
I’m glad we have the pool closed when the oak sheds its leaves!
Wisteria
There’s something rain-like about wisteria.
It must be to do with the tinge of grey in the mauve, and the way the tresses flow in the wind.
This has been the wettest spring for 30 years, I’m told, plus it started raining all over again today, so it’s fitting that the wisteria blooms should be super-long.
This one even continues beyond the bottom of the photo.
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