We had a restless night of sleep. Howling wind threatened to pull the siding off the house and tear at the chimney brick by brick. I pictured the henhouse lifting off of its wee foundation and swirling skyward on its way to Kansas. But our buildings were intact this morning, as we looked out with bleary eyes. Ryan asked me if I had seen what Cristo had done overnight. I hadn’t.
He opened the curtains on the south side of the house to this vision of red swirling color. The best we can figure is that his roll of surveyors tape, used to mark trees and tie up tomatoes in summer, was hanging on the west side of the house and had been lifted away by the wind. It had quite a trip around the house to these trees. This is the view from our table. Serendipitous art.