SongCroft's swooshing trees
As I sit outside on this January evening, it strikes me as unusually warm. In the darkness, I can hear the gushing sounds of the wind as the trees bow in submission. It is likely we will lose power as we have many times before.
I am thankful that we have felled some old alders and other trees that would have likely come crashing down on a night like tonight, they would have chosen their own landing spots instead of us taking them down safely.
This sound, the swoosh of the wind and the crackling of branches are some of the many “songs” on our seasonal “playlist” that gave SongCroft it’s name.
How fortunate we are to live here.
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