It was a dark and stormy night
The weeklong orgy of bridge was just finishing up -- with its attendant house- guests, breakfasts, lunches, dinners and disputes about who should have bid what (thank heaven I was in the kitchen) -- and I thought I could get back to posting when. . . .
We had a bit of a storm overnight, and this view just after dawn was just the start of the mess.
We had to call John Stepp to pull three trees off the drive so Paul could start his drive back to Sarasota, and I'll have more pictures after we get the key lime repotted; it's at the right end of the picture below, on its side, roots exposed, pot shattered.
1 comment:
dear darlin, yikes. even amid the horrors of the storm, i still see the beauty of the place you call home away from......every time i read of a tree maimed or bleeding, or hurt in any way, my heart aches. and so it aches now. by the way, read down to june 04, and found myself in tears again. i'd not seen eugene's poetry. which reminds me why you're the one i should turn to when the news really matters. just so you're safe. love, a northern girl...
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