Tuesday, March 17, 2026, 52* F, 93% RH 0655
Trees sing with the wind making the three wary. Landscape mostly brown. I want to stand on deck, look around, take pictures. The three want to go through the portal to quiet, to biscuits to beds. High wind warnings.
I return without the three to survey: one, two, perhaps three washed out places, one I can’t walk to, all along the stacked boulders securing this built-up land. Harmony to wind, water rushes. Rooster crows. Snow blocks path to stream. I don’t want to feed the ticks today. I go inside.
March winds, nature’s dryer.
Photo: LJ Austin
