This month has been incredibly challenging. Not because of drama or trauma or anything along those lines. Its the storms. My goodness, the storms. I am beginning to think I will be writing an all weather related blog!
Two recent storms in my community took down many, many beautiful, old, stately trees. While they weren’t officially saying tornado for storm #2, if you saw the uprooted trees, snapped power lines and look of dismay and dread on the faces of my neighbors, you’d say otherwise.
My home is surrounded by big, old trees. We were lucky the 100-mile an hour winds just skirted us. However, 1/4 of a mile away, trees tumbled like old time pick up sticks. The damage left in the wake is incredible. Neighbors without power for 96 hours or more, the utilities company doing all they could but this wasn’t one or two trees down, this was a road of trees, with a subdivision and a golf course thrown in. In back yards, front yards, across roads and streets, literally hundreds of trees. Roofs, windows, walls and vehicles destroyed while we ran to basements to take cover. My husband and I ran, too, then came back upstairs to watch wind and rain while 1/4 of a mile away our neighbors lives were changing.
We lost some trees, some large branches, but compared to my neighbors, its nothing. I began to think what I would be doing today if these magnificent trees that surround my home began to tumble like those 1/4 mile away. It made my husband begin to think of a survival kit. The fact that we don’t own a transistor radio..nothing to hear the news in times like these. No big flashlight but several little dainty ones. Candles to freshen the air became the light we whispered by. Why do we whisper in the dark?
I hope you are safe today. I am grateful beyond words that I am.
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