Monday night felt like a nightmare. We heard howling winds, sounding like planes were flying above us, followed by the ominous cracking of wood. Every once in awhile the ground would shake, and we knew that another tree had fallen. It is a terribly vulnerable feeling trying to protect your family when you know that your safety is no longer in your control. It was one of the longest nights!
We were relieved when
the winds finally calmed and our house was not damaged. Despite the
sounds of falling trees, nothing hit our home. We finally fell asleep,
comforted that we were safe yet dreaded what we would see when we awoke.
the sun finally came up and I gathered my courage to peek behind our
curtains, I saw a large tree embedded into what had been my neighbor's
kitchen. The tree looked like it just sliced through the roof with the
ease of a knife through softened butter. Every direction provided
another view of the aftermath of the storm.
Our neighbor on the
opposite side lost three trees, one of which was lying in the center of
what had been her porch. Root balls are now sticking up like large
bushes throughout her previously manicured lawn. I was panicked when I
saw a tree landing on the roof of the elderly lady's house at the end of
our street. Although she frequently calls the police on us, the result
of her dementia, I certainly didn't wish this damage upon her home.
Thankfully I saw her walking in her front yard, so my panic about her
being injured quickly faded.
Looking across the street we saw a
large tree laying on Mr. Bill's shed. Thankfully it missed his prized,
fully restored 1957 Chevy! I saw him standing in his driveway, in the
cold rain, stunned and staring at the storm damage. I threw my raincoat
on over my pajamas and went to talk with him.
Seeing me leave,
Robby immediately threw on his cowboy boots and coat and came running
after me. We had to maneuver around the large branches and sticks which
were littering our yard, but thankfully all of our trees were standing.
Walking outside, I began to appreciate the scope of work that was going
to be necessary to restore order to our small neighborhood.
amazed by the sheer size of the downed trees, walked over to his friend
and gave him a hug. "Mr. Bill, I am going to help you when the rain
stops. I don't want you to worry because you have a lot of sticks that
need to be picked up. I'm good at picking up sticks and I'm going to
help you because we're friends and friends help each other out." I was
proud of my little guy for stepping up and instinctively offering to
lend a hand simply because it was the right thing to do!
neighbors sustained structural damage from the storm, yet we were
spared. It's surreal seeing the massive destruction surrounding us while
knowing that we had nothing more than debris. Robby's tree house didn't
even lose a shingle! We have to contend with little more than a few
fallen branches and a lot of leaves. Surveying our neighborhood, it
looks like our home was protected from the winds by an invisible shield.
rain continued yesterday, thwarting any cleanup efforts. Instead, Robby
and I turned our attention to what we do best: we baked treats for our
neighbors. Scott and I both felt like we were in a daze, so grateful
that we were spared the damage sustained by our neighbors. I can't help
but believe that, for some reason, we were protected. I remain thankful
that nobody was hurt and happy to be able to help our neighbors with
*Along a completely separate theme, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! My boys go trick-or-treating tonight... can't wait to post their costume pictures tomorrow. *
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