I live in Western North Carolina (Southern Appalachia) in the US, and out here in the mountains, we’re waiting for the storm to slowly arrive…On the coast of NC and inland in the East, there’s horrible destruction that’s not anywhere near over, but out here, the sky is a deep sky blue, the Post Officer just buzzed by in her jeep and a moment ago, I pulled some dry laundry off the line. It’s quiet, but the breeze seems to be building into wind and it’s also a little eerie; I feel a sense of expectation and anxiety in the air.
Here are the flowers around the house; they’re already a little disheveled from a heavy rain yesterday afternoon, so they’re not looking their best. I’ve decided to heavily trim them so that they won’t be killed by the vagaries of the predicted steady 40mph winds. I am reluctant to do it because these blossoms feed a lot of pollinators every day. However, it’s a small sacrifice and I will be greatly relieved if the self-imposed damage is the worst the neighborhood suffers.
I will post pictures of the flowers next week, to show how they were affected by the storm.
I wish everyone in the path of this hurricane well (and, good luck to the people in the paths of the storm in the Pacific!).