Thank you, Stacey, for opening up the Slice of Life postings today…who knows what the storm will do this evening…but at least I know that I’ll be able to Slice right now…while we still have power!
Sandy is making her way up the coast, and the news is not good. Just an hour ago, we learned that the subway system in New York City will be shut down later this evening, and Mayor Bloomberg has announced that we can expect the bridges and tunnels to be closed as well. We’ve been running around purchasing things we will need to ride out the storm, and the last of our lawn furniture in safely tucked away in our garage. I’ve baked a double batch of oatmeal-chocolate-chip cookies, and am almost done with the laundry (for the first time, ever, the laundry baskets are completely empty – it’s all done!), and am ready to get started on a lovely stew…it should be done at about the same time as the first bouts of wind and rain arrive.
Now, I look out of our third floor skylights and take another look at our magnificent oak tree. It’s arms have stretched over our house for over a hundred and fifty years – laden with emerald leaves in the spring and summer, golden ones in the fall, and shawls of snow in winter. When storms have raged through our area in the past, we have stood by the porch, kept our fingers crossed, and listened worriedly to its groans. And, when the storms passed, we’d go outside to wave to it in relieved triumph; a joyous “Congratulations, you made it!”
But, will its luck (and ours) hold out tonight and tomorrow? Our neighbor urged us to cut the tree down last spring – we had tree surgeons out to inspect it, and chose to believe them: the tree is strong, they said, we can’t guarantee anything, but… They did not need to complete their sentences – how could we imagine cutting down this magnificent being? It seemed, for want of a better word, a sin to even contemplate such an act.
But…we shall have to see what the night brings. Right now, we are keeping faith with our tree.