Still, the wind blows and still, the young trees stand, flexible and bending in the wind. The old trees have weathered this storm before and can take it. Funny that we don't all snap.
Yesterday, A Sighting! The slim white bird returned. With his long neck undulating and legs very still, fixated on a lizard. We wait. He waits. Then, a bulge in his neck. Evidence.
Austere allelopathic Australian army soldiering on littering pods and leaves so nothing else can stand. A windbreak for the parsley and celery and cilantro standing in the wind and watching the cars go.