Friday, April 12, 2013

An Ominous Crackling

With each small breeze an ominous crackling is heard.  Sometimes it is a whoosh, as ice slides off a tree and hits my roof or a neighbor's.  Even my fairly juvenile sugar maple as branches clack-clack sounds ominous, like skeleton clinking its boney hand across the the fencing of the cemetery as you pass.

There is no quiet.  Just clack, clack, clack...

1 comment:

  1. All this icy scariness takes me right back about 3 years to a similar (very odd) storm we had here in Oregon. All night we heard the trees breaking. But in the following years they grew back. (I hope you save the pine!) I'd love to hear more about your house. Ours was built in 1858. I hope the borogroves and everything else unmimsies soon. xoL