How fortunate I am to be surrounded by pine woods on three sides of our Shenandoah Valley home. There is something restless and mysterious about the sound of wind in the pines—its soughing can be almost eerie, especially at night, with a full moon. In a heavy wind, the trees bend and sway, branches creaking and sometimes cracking under the strain. I've always loved the opening lines to The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes: 

The wind was a torrent of darkness, among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon cloud seas. 

My friend April Moore had a particularly lovely reflection on her EarthConnection blog today called “Wind in the Woods.” The woods on her ridge are more hardwood than pine, but I recognized the images she depicted immediately as she began, “The morning wind blows cold.  But deep in the woods, I find refuge from it.” Read the rest of April's piece here.

Does the sound of wind in the trees soothe or calm you? Or do you find it makes you restless or even frightened?

Photo credit: “Forest and Rocks” by Paul Paladin via BigStockPhoto
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