Major casualty of the storm for us: downed tree smashed the Suburu.
And when we walked out this morning two ancient 60-foot cedars lay stretched side by side on the ground next to the stream, their huge circular root systems propped up in dirt disks, right next to the dog cemetery. Like an old couple that decided to take cyanide at the same time. Probably that was the CRACK we heard. We lost power last night but managed to make do with candles, pot roast and The Odyssey read aloud by Ian McKellan. And a roaring fire. We count ourselves incredibly lucky not to have been situated under one of those cedars, lucky not to be at the center of the storm in Atlantic City or the Rockaways.
I managed my worries by knitting a cowl out of the Odyssey, with Aegean coloration, that worked like soft armor against the drizzle this morning.