Batten down the hatches — That’s all we’ve been doing since we got home from our brief respite (to celebrate my birthday) in Newport, RI.
No time to edit the beautiful photos I took of the J-Boats racing in Newport Harbor as our boat sailed near, then tacked to get out of the way.
No time to upload the beautiful photos of the courtyard outside our room with the fountain, flowers, and flowering trees.
No opportunity to even download from the camera the photo I took of Phyllis the frog beside the pond tonight.
Instead, we’ve been battening the hatches in preparation for Hurricane Irene — expected to landfall Connecticut sometime after midnight Saturday night, but near “lunchtime” on Sunday according to the latest. Bridgeport is “her” current target, but it’s only about 15 miles east of here. The eye of the hurricane is supposed to be wider than that, so for a while we will be in the eye of a hurricane, literally. I have NEVER wanted to be in the eye of a hurricane.
Much work remains tomorrow — lawn furniture and giant plant pots need to be moved into the garage. Apparently 85-100 mph winds can move almost anything and would definitely destroy my summer plants at the height of the beauty right now.
Then, we’ll sit, and pray, and watch the storm from safe inside our home, which I’m hoping will keep us safe and dry. We’re high up on a hill, so won’t be affected by any flooding. But our 3 acres are covered with giant oak, maple, ash, and hickory trees. We don’t hold much hope that our lovely property will go totally unscathed.
Power is expect to go out and stay out for days, so it will be quiet around here except for the sound of the generator! So, photos of the lovely 2-day vacation, almost totally forgotten already, will just have to wait.