Winter sent them

You know the deal: the local paper calls it an unprecedented weather event. Maybe they just don’t remember the last one.

The trees are all spiky, lacy fretwork, as you wander round the garden examining the blow-ins from far and wide. Leaves, seed pods, branch and twig. Elsewhere, whole trees have taken to the streets, causing much damage and consternation. Soon, the reprisals will begin. Trees will become politically incorrect. People who live in this National Park will forget why they came here. For the air, for the trees, and the things that fall out of them.