THE WILD WEST WIND

THE PRETTY LEAVES ARE GONE, BUT OUR  FULL LAKE VIEW IS BACK...

...AS IS THE VIEW FROM THE GOLF COURSE ROAD

HIGHLAND VALLEY FARM BLUEBERRY BUSHES  

Sunday, 8:30 AM.  45 degrees F at the ferry dock, 40 on the back porch.  Wind WNW, mostly calm, with light gusts.  The sky is clear, the humidity is up, at 86%.  The barometer is beginning to trend down, now at 29.98," as weather moves in which will likely give us some rain tomorrow.
   Yesterday morning's high winds pretty much spelled the end of the "leaf peeping" season, stripping most of the leaves from maple, birch and poplar trees.  But the wind gave as much as it took away, revealing broader views of the lake from the back porch and other vistas, and providing a subdued backdrop for the stunning color of the blueberry bushes at Highland Valley Farm.
   It is indeed an ill wind that blows nobody some good.

Ode to the West Wind

BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
(First Stanza)

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead

Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing