Hurricane Irene has come and gone here in Delaware, leaving plenty of water in her wake. The picture below is of the park in our development:
A drive around the area showed where floodwater crested and is starting to recede, now marked by a trail of mud and debris. Areas near some of the creeks that were flooded are in recovery and looking stunned, with the plants wilted, waterlogged, and appearing downright confused as to what happened. Some fallen trees sprawled across a few roads and front yards, and a car or two ended up where cars don’t normally go, but overall, our area does not seem too bad.
Maybe Irene took mercy on us and came in a little more gently than she threatened, as we were supposed to receive the brunt of a category 1 hurricane. The tornado warning was probably the scariest hour or so around 10pm, as the winds had an eerie and angry feel and it was dark, so we couldn’t watch the cloud formations. We stayed up most of the night to keep an eye on things, keeping in touch with friends via Facebook who were also on storm vigil, and things seemed to calm down around 4am. Finally by 6am, I retired to bed, feeling that the worst had passed, grateful that we somehow still had electricity and a dry basement.
Crews have been out getting roads cleared and power restored, and we’re thankful for the work of all the emergency personnel. We haven’t heard too many reports of injuries, and the sun is just now peeking out and starting to brighten the area with blues skies and warm rays.
I’ll be interested to watch how nature recovers this week as we get a chance to dry out. On our rounds this afternoon, we passed a weeping willow that had a large branch that split off in the storm. Willows are my favorite trees, and I was saddened by the vision. But the amazing thing about willows is that they’re flexible and regenerate, even when they’ve been cut down.
I wish all those affected by the storm the same flexibility and regenerative power of the willow tree…
Love & Light,