Monday, January 22, 2007

that grand old harper

the regal cedar at the back of our garden came excruciatingly close to being firewood during last week's storms.
as i stood, uneasy, at the steamy window, feeling the creaks, and watching the world gone wild, its twin - at the back of the neighbours' garden - did.
i love a crackling hearth; i always have.
but i love living trees more.


  1. I always feel sad when I see hurt trees.
    But then I guess that is part of nature.

  2. The wind became a grim reaper indeed! In my town almost all the houses were damaged by the wind. Let alone the trees...