Dear Snow and all friends and visitors,
I write this from my home in Western Massachusetts as the rain begins and the winds increase, but so far only slightly. I have no idea whether we will have an anti-climatic hurricane-ish storm or a major tree falling street flooding one, but I am prepared. Stacked dry ready firewood, flashlights and kerosene lamps if (when?) the power goes out; a crock pot simmering with beef vegetable stew; a yard as of this morning empty of anything that could become into a shooting missile in high winds.
I don't wish damage for myself or anyone. But I have to admit there is something exciting and reassuring about feeling tucked in and secure, waiting to see what nature will do. All roads and businesses are closed and time changes. There is now less to do and more to appreciate. I know my daughter and son-in-law and grandchildren and friends and family are safe in their homes. Our nephew is here from New York City, arrived by bus yesterday rather than evacuate. We are all quietly settling in and hoping for the best. We will have food and a warm fireplace and I hope the means to keep in touch.
Stay safe, friends.