IFEEL LIKE I’M BACK IN GIRL SCOUTS, earning merit badges for proficiency in new tasks. This weekend I mastered Generator 101, and though it’s no picnic, I did manage to make a tea party, with my electric kettle operating al fresco—or at least I made a cup of hot tea or two to fuel me on into rounds of snow removal of various kinds. A slideshow of the storm from hell, the second big October snow of my years here.
Do any of you recall the October 4, 1987 storm in the Northeast? I do. I’d just bought my place and had enough time here on weekends to break my back cleaning it up from its overgrown, jungle-like state in the hopes of making a garden. One weekend night I heard shotguns–dozens of them, all at once–or so I thought. It was the sound of the forest around me collapsing, a tree at a time, plenty of which (including an 80-foot maple) fell into my “cleaned-up” yard.
This time, I suppose I got lucky. No power for a night and a day (back then it was for a week); lots of crushed shrubs and garden-sized trees, many of which I hope will live to outgrow it (too soon to tell still, as much of the 18 or so inches that fell is still here, and heavy).
Between generator duty and shoveling and so on, I took a few photos of the areas close to the house (I don’t have the heart to inspect the outer areas yet; I’m waiting till the snow melts). Click on the first thumbnail to start the show, then toggle from slide to slide using the arrows on your keyboard or the ones beside each caption.
I hope that all of you are safe, and that those of you still without power—including my neighbors in most of the adjacent counties here—are restored soon, homes and gardens basically intact.