Wind

I'm sitting at home, peacefully, on my couch. The wind is howling outside.

I love how the skylights in the ceiling give light and openness to this space, but I wish the tree branches were moving a little less, and I wonder how thick that glass really is.

These trees are still leafless, though there are buds way up there. Why do tall trees get their leaves last? Justin posits that it takes a longer time for the sap to travel. Hmmm. By the way, all the cute mid-size trees in the neighborhood have their leaves and flowers now. Show offs.

I love our wooded lot, but it's a bit like the Selfish Giant's yard (you know the story--it was spring everywhere else but still winter in his yard because he wouldn't share it with the neighbor kids, then a little boy sneaks in and gets in a tree and spring appears around that tree and the giant relents and lets the horde of kids in and spring comes, at last, to his garden). We are always the last in the neighborhood to still have snow and we'll be among the last to have leaves on all our trees. It's not some weird environmental judgment on our family, it's just that we have a lot of shade and very tall trees. Really. 

I just read over to the online version of The Journal Gazette that a mature oak tree crushed a pavillion at a local park this afternoon. Yikes. Time to sit somewhere else.