May, and now June, have brought destructive winds and a graduation. Last weekend an amazing storm front came through our area. Not only were the clouds swirling within themselves, but they moving around the sky, individually, in different directions. The winds took the tops out of two of our willows. One landed on a neighboring tree. The other crashed onto our pole barn, punching a hole in the roof. This is the second tree to land on this barn in the same month. As exasperating as the removal and repair process will be, the fate of our willows bothers me more. Those by the barns will have to go.
In the near future one of my favorite views will disappear. We will plant new trees, harder woods and probably fruit trees if my husband gets his way. Still it will be years before the creek is lined with mature trees.
The best part of these storms is they herald the beginning of adult life for my oldest. He graduates from high school this weekend. He has no particular plans for post-graduation, his future swirls just like that storm front. I have confidence he’ll weather it and become an amazing person. That’s a view to which I really look forward.