Last evening was hot and the windows of my cabin were all open. The sun was down but hadn’t been down for long, and the evening had not yet cooled. I was thinking it would be hours before the evening felt comfortable enough for sleep. And then I heard a distant sound and stopped what I was doing to listen.The wind was rising. The front that was to cool down the weather was on its way, the more distant trees of the forest already announcing its arrival. I went around the cabin, starting to close windows, thinking the wind would also bring rain or thunder.
The sound of wind racing through the trees grew ever louder until it reached the trees around the cabin. The wind was cool. Instantly, the temperature dropped and the evening felt fresh. No rain or thunder came with this front, just the wind. Spring is back.
But while summer was here for a brief, early visit, the woods changed dramatically and overnight. I am already losing my winter view, as you can see by this morning’s photo. I hope the return to spring temperatures will slow this progress a little, but I’m not going to count on it. Soon, I’ll be encased in greenery again and won’t see the distant mountain again until fall when the leaves drop.
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Same thing here—in just the last two or three days I've lost my view across the river and island to the far side, a distance of perhaps 150 feet. Soon I'll not be able to see "into" the island. And soon after that, I'll have a green wall on almost every side, even the neighbors roof tops will be screened out, while the leaves will also add a sound barrier whose muted solitude gives me the illusion of true wilderness isolation.
At least until after autumn's leaf fall, when the volume gets turned up and the view again opens.
Griz: I do have a green wall, or as I call it a green box, on every side of the cabin. It is quiete, though where I am it is never noisy, but I begin to miss the view long before I get it back.
Carolyn H.
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