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 When Sarafina was very little, like babe-in-arms little, she didn't like wind. If it was gusty, she'd bury her face in my shoulder and say, "Windy! Windy, mama, windy!" We tried to skip days like that. She gets it honestly. I'm not a fan of gusty wind, although I like that the dogs like it so much. Must be fun to have your nose stuffed absolutely full of All The Smells. Like a moveable feast. It's also hard to throw a frisbee in windy conditions. I heard a coach today saying, "Make sure you release it low in the wind! No higher than three feet! The wind is absolutely unrelenting!" as the discs sailed randomly around.

The garden appears to be on my side of the equation. It's just drying -- seedlings looking sad, asparagus already leaning (guess who did NOT make a strong support structure in the off season?), stuff flying around. The chickens even sound kind of indignant. Maybe their feathers are literally being ruffled?

And that's not all. I went outside to shear the kale bed which is going to seed, and saw this:


Can't tell what's happening? Look at the big branch:


I'm no fan of this tree. Shades the back bed and they're just junky trees. I'm kind of hoping that this will be a wakeup call for the owners. Remember they're the ones whose fence fell down a few months ago. Now this tree is threatening that same fence. Hopefully they won't want to see that money down the drain, and not only will cut off this branch, but will take down the whole behemoth.

I left a note suggesting that their fence is in danger. We'll see if they respond. Even if they don't take down the whole tree, though, there's going to be a little more light in my garden soon.

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