April 19, 2023 The metal roof shakes. Windows rattle. Drifting juniper pollen seals sinuses and coats corneas. The season of wind and fire. As if it were fall in New England and not the foresummer drought of southeast Arizona, the oaks turn golden and shed cornflake leaves, which the wind lifts and funnels through the canyon like a giant Worx Turbine leaf blower.
The wind here peels paint off fence posts. I sure am getting a lot of birds now though. I saw the nearby pair of Common Blackhawks today. That's always a treat. Tomorrow morning I'm driving up canyon and I hope to see the Gray hawks too.
Oh the wind! How I remember the windy April days in Arizona.