and evening approaches, the wind is still winding her way through the trees. Sometimes with a gust that shakes the tops of the trees just enough to remind us that here is the tail end of a gigantic storm.
There are plenty of limbs down in the yard. We lost power for a little over an hour. There are puddles and streams coursing through the grass. The garden and meadow flowers are flattened.
But the chickens are out. Troy is back home. And a squirrel just pounced through the yard. And tomorrow, the sun is supposed to shine.