Irene turned our road into a running stream.
She brought down huge cherry tree limbs.
She created 'instant' trees - this is a branch that landed in the hosta beds and perfectly resembles an existing maple!
Her relentless winds blanketed the place with leaves.
Those same winds toppled my bean poles and revealed a tender crop, ready for the picking.
They are so pretty!
The giant pumpkin slumbered, undisturbed, throughout the storm. We read and I knitted and the power held.
The Monday Morning Cardigan moves along slowly. One has to remind oneself that the knitting encompasses front, back AND sleeves - all in one! I really appreciate the strong kink-less cable of the signature needles for a heavy project like this one.
After Irene pushed through the sun came out, the air lifted and we enjoyed a spectacular summer day - blue skies, no clouds.
My prized castor bean 'tree' survived, and with it, the seed pods for future generations of plants! What a relief. All in all, we sustained very little damage - unlike my poor sister and her family in New Canaan, Connecticut where a huge tree fell on the house. She is still without power, but the roads have been reopened. Coastal living is enviable until the big storms move in.