howl

Finally, this afternoon, the sun came out, but with it came a harsh, howling wind.

Driving home after choir practice tonight, the leaves hurl through space, lit by car lights. Tree limbs shake. At home, I hear a noise from the outside, alternating between the bursts of wind gusts and the sound of things banging against other things.

I start listing what I want to do outside before fall ends. I want to build a small retaining ledge in the front garden, with steps. Plant bulbs. Clean up old debris, cuttings of shrubs and trees. Finish mulching leaves. Work more compost into the beds. Get horse manure for the vegetable garden.