A windstorm swept across the hill country the other night, leading me to prowl the yard listening to each tree. My youngest child tells me he knows all their sounds in the wind; the high whistle made by the desert willows, the low moans from the Texas mulberry.
When it became too strong, I hid in a dark alcove and made this recording. Faint sounds of wild geese navigating the storm.
Title is from the Beaufort wind scale, 7. Moderate gale.



Yesterday evening a small windstorm blew an assortment of leaves and bougainvillea blossoms all over the neighborhood. We hoped it might rain at last, but the clouds passed us by.

