Although Hurricane Sandy went directly over our heads, we had absolutely no damage where I live in Maryland. I was really surprised that the power stayed on throughout the ordeal – despite some flickering of the lights throughout the evening. The noise from the wind was at times like a train but only if I opened the front door to hear it. These old walls are so thick, and they made me feel safe.
I stayed up late watching what I could of storm coverage, watching as power was cut to millions, and flooding along the coast was at historic proportions. My heart is breaking for the people who have sustained so much damage. I still haven’t heard from our son in NYC and he actually called us yesterday to make sure we were doing alright. I’m sure he’s fine, that his phone probably lost its charge, and I know he’s not in one of the evacuation zones in the city so I am sure he must be fine.
I took a small walk this morning in the rain.
Lots of leaves down but no trees, thank heavens.
I headed down the driveway.
And was surprised to see the big feather still stuck in the old gate there.
I can’t believe the wind didn’t rip this out. I think it was me that put this here back in the early Spring.
I decided to head back up to the house for one more cup of coffee. My husband put on another small pot for us when he heard I was going for a walk.
And then I see something moving from around the house. It’s George who’s coming to greet me.
He’s quite excited because someone is outside and may want to play stick with him. Here he is getting the biggest one he can find.
Hardly any leaves left on the dogwood out back, and the raindrops glitter like diamonds on the bare branches.
This is a combination of two photos taken while standing at my back porch.
I can hear traffic below, and things sound like they’re coming back to normal. School is closed today but I expect it will re-open tomorrow. No plans other than maybe doing a little knitting and some reading. And hey, maybe even some stick throwing with George.
My husband is glad to have me home. And there’s still some pie left ~
So how are things in your neck of the woods?