A day late. this is my contribution to the GitlieOnTheEdge blog challenge: six sentences, no more no less, about noise.
- Noise
- I’m not sure that’s quite the word.
- I live on the high plains in western Nebraska and even though my house is in a small city in a river valley. The wind howls around that house, picking at window frames and vibrating anything that’s not tight—like blowing across waxed paper on a comb.
- Sometimes I wake up thinking I hear ocean waves, then realize I hear prairie waves—wind in the gigantic American elm tree that shades my home.
- With the valley serving as a wind tunnel, grass wind swishes the cattails and rushes along the river where redwinged blackbirds sing a swelling chorus in greening trees.
- And then the sun rises.
This is beautiful, Faith.
thanks Jane. We need to be aware in these hard times, but we also need to keep our spririts up.
Really nice stuff here. The winds scare me more than most night sounds. Too many trees and too many hurricanes in the past.
Good six. So glad you’re with us.
Yes, the trees. That elm tree is about 110 years old, survived Dutch elm disease and spreads over my roof. It’s dying. I just had a lot of it trimmed out and I don’t want to lose the shade, but sometime in the not-too-distant future, I will have to decide to remove it. she’s an old friend and I’ll hate to lose her. I’ve planted one of her progeny nearby and someday, it may take over making shade.
Oh this is so beautiful! I am more familiar with Eastern Nebraska, mainly Omaha.