POWER OUTAGE
We woke up this a.m. to a dark and powerless house, and an incredible display of the strength of the wind in our surrounding trees (mostly on neighbour's properties). The boys were, of course, enchanted by the need to do things by candlelight, "just like in the olden days," according to Nicholas. Our power has been restored (obviously!), but it continues to flicker a bit. We have natural gas for heat and hot water, so we were blissfully warm, and cozy inside our safe house...good day to be inside.
3 comments:
Looks very nice and cozy MaryBeth.
Love, mom
those are beautiful photos, MB. the lower one really shows the resemblance between you and Nicholas -- I think it's his cheek and the set of his eye and forehead. nice house, too.
i love it when the power goes out. that's one of the few times people get to hear almost total silence because other times, there are all the whirring and buzzing and low-machine noises in the back of the background. We don't even realize how much "noise" there is in our houses today until a power outtage forces the machines to stop.
your mention of the incredible strength of the wind made me think of a poem by one of my all time favorite poets, May Sarton, so I went and looked it up so I could share it here. she wrote this in 1938
We saw the strong trees struggle and their plumes do down, The poplar bend and whip back till it split to fall, The elm tear up at the root and topple like a crown, The pine crack at the base - we had to watch them all. The ash, the lovely cedar. We had to watch them fall. They went so softly under the loud flails of air, Before that fury they went down like feathers, With all the hundred springs that flowered in their hair, and all the years, endured in all the weathers - To fall as if they were nothing, as if they were feathers. -- from We Have Seen the Wind
I love that image of all these trees, no matter their size or strength ... falling as if they were nothing, as if they were feathers ...
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