Irene's visit here was too wet, too windy and entirely too long. We were fortunate, but some of the plants were a bit tangled. Here the golden glows blew down onto the Gloriosa daisies and the anise hyssop.
The buckwheat plants were well stirred.
This Rudabeckia trilobia was really flattened.
The big red hibiscus didn't stand up to the wind. It flattened the flax.
Blown by a strong gust of wind from the north, it toppled onto of the lemon verbena
Ed dragged our 12 year old generator out of its shed and we began our days of trying to keep the food in the freezers from spoiling and pumping just enough water to meet our needs. Things were humming along until the generator wouldn't start . We loaded it into Ed's truck with little hope, but our friends at Norwich Implement said they would try to fix our dinosaur even though old generator parts are impossible to find. Ed backed the truck up to the shop. Four mechanics looked at the generator shaking their heads.'It's old." " It's rusty". were some of the remarks I heard. But one guy said "Maybe you'll be lucky and its just that your balls are stuck!" He went to get a big hammer. He whomped it twice with the hammer and it started on the second pull. That was yesterday and it is still humming today. Today I saw NYSEG and Aspeludh trucks in the neighborhood. At my age I never thought guys in trucks could make my heart beat so fast. It doesn't look like it will happen today, but maybe , maybe tomorrow our power will be back on. I write this now from the library in town. I know one thing I missed the blog!