By day the weather has been wild and windy, making my escarpment edge trees roar like jet planes as they whip and whirl under the onslaught — and protecting my clearing.
Early morning, it can be quiet, but ominous.
‘Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning…’
And while there’s been no rain, the sky often looks as if it intends to, a strangely leaden backdrop for a bright sunlit treeline, pewter behind the red-gold.
One morning a faint sunshower drifted over, with no visible cloud source above, and a pale rainbow appeared in the blue western sky.
I think the message in such weather is ‘expect the unexpected’. I’ll just have to keep an eye out for the next surprise. No wonder I’m never bored here.