Tuesday, September 22, 2009


Have you ever just sat outside somewhere, listening? Think of sitting by the ocean listening to the waves come in. Only, I live in the desert so there are no nearby oceans. But today is one of those days when I can sit on my patio and listen to the wind.

I live in a neighborhood that has a lot of larger trees. All of my surrounding neighbors have large ficus, jacaranda, citrus and palm trees in their yards. The wind is just high enough that it is blowing through the trees and creating music.

When it goes through the jacarandas, it's a light sound. They have wispy, fern-like leaves that offer little resistance. The sound reminds me of silk sheets rustling.

The ficus and citrus trees are denser, stiffer and more resistant to the wind. They make the sound like paper being crumpled.

The palm trees are the most resistant to the wind with their large, flat fronds. The sound of the wind going through them is reminds me of camping, when the winds whips your tent around while you're inside.

The wind-chime that Mister C's grandparents gave us as a wedding gift are just enough sheltered that they only chime on the big gusts. A light delicate chiming that's more in the background than anything.

Finally, there are dried leaves that are dancing and chasing each other around on the patio next to my chair. There's is a dry sound, a harsher tone but not unpleasant.

In combination, the various trees, leaves and chimes become soothing, calming, rhythmic, peaceful.


Not Afraid to Use It said...

Which is why I hate the sound of outdoor air conditioners. They drown out all that beautiful, peaceful rustling.