On a visit to the cemetery at Prickett’s Fort, Fairmont, West Virginia, Sunday, 19 June 2016.
A week ago another storm came to visit us. We were treated to wind and rain and ringing wind chimes and a little rearrangement of the trees in our backyard.
In the midst of the pounding rain I heard something like a clatter of branches in the backyard. I thought something might have hit the house, so when the storm had settled itself I went out to see what had happened. There were plenty of bits of twigs and leaves, a moderately sized branch under the red maple, but nothing more than the normal fallout from a bit of wind. Then I saw this tangle of maple and spruce limbs.
A portion of the back slope in our yard, the way it looked a couple of weeks ago. The poppies are all gone now.
They started appearing about 2 weeks ago. Then they stopped for a few days, probably because we had a sudden cold snap. But now sitting outside for any length of time one risks deafness because of the love-starved males “singing” in the trees all around.