A lot can happen in a short time. The last few days bears witness to that. Since, I rarely watch the news, the fact that a hurricane was coming came as quite a shock to me. Of course, I found out in time to prepare, thankfully. By all accounts, it did not seem too threatening for inland Carolina. Still, I did not take it lightly. School closed on Wednesday, which allotted me ample time.
I went to the grocery, which was chaotic. Next I put gas in my car. These two things are crucial for hurricanes. I have been without power for two weeks in the past, and the memory lingers. (This also means without water, for many country dwellers.) In light of this, I set up the familiar supply table with water, flashlights, wipes for messes and wipes to bathe with, if need be. There was hand sanitizer and candles and paper towels. I spent Thursday, cooking and cleaning.
Since the dryer needs a repair, laundry meant hanging the clothes on a line. I love to hang the clothes out, but felt very rushed, under the circumstances. I washed clothes, linens and the dog beds. There was a constant light wind and so that helped my progress.
I also boiled eggs, made a pot of soup and a pot of dried beans. In my “spare time” I cleaned the house, from top to bottom. Somehow, Christian came home to a nice dinner, as well. I was tired when all that was over. I willed myself to shower close to midnight. I had the notion to make a caramel cake . . .and fry chicken . . .just in case, but I lacked the gumption, after the shower. There was wind and rain, when I fell asleep.
Christian and I woke early on Friday. The wind was blowing with a fiercenesss and rain was hammering the countryside. Since Christian works six days a week and has to be at work at three am-well we rarely get a single day together. I told Christian “we are going to have a big breakfast and then I am frying chicken for later.” That is when we lost power. . . .You can never tell, how long that will last. We had cereal for breakfast.
Christian composed a song and I wrote in my journals. I also made quick calls to check on family. Mama and Daddy did not have power, but they do have a generator. Will and Jenny did not have power, but Tres did, surprisingly. Tres lives in Wilmington, where the storm landed. Brant and Sydney were fine and had power. I had no idea how other folks were faring and hoped for the best.
There is never a shortage of tasks, at the rabbitpatch, but every job seemed to demand something, we just didn’t have. I could have finished the ceiling, but it is a dirty job. A coarse dust falls with every tile and without the prospect of a shower, I wasn’t about to attempt that. There was also some painting to be done, but being a messy painter, I knew better than to start that, without water . . .well a lack of water stops a lot of things.
I ended up doing something else, I never planned on. I unpacked a box. It was a box of clothes for the cooler weather sure to come. This was the only box I have had to unpack . . .since the whole affair of almost selling the rabbitpatch. It did not make me melancholy to do so – and most especially, when I found the navy cardigan, I had forgotten, I had. Just a few months ago, I would have felt defeated, at unpacking any single thing, I think, but it was not so today. It seems “Hope springs eternal” rings true for me, after all.
I am the least likely candidate for sainthood, that you know of, but it seems a peace, has taken root in my heart and abides faithfully. This is not due to any gallant nor noble act on my part, for I was growing weary by the whole thing. It is quite overwhelming to plan your future. Precision is impossible because mankind just is not capable of knowing every detail that may arise. Now, we still ought to do what we can, but woe to the one that assumes he has so very much power, in the grand scheme of things. I can say all of this, have learned a lesson the hard way . . AGAIN . .but now, in the midst of my “quiet season” the Truth shines clearly and without a hint of malice. Instead of reproach, It serves as a source of comfort and a sense of well-being wells up inside of me, like a joyful fountain. What a shame, I had to become thoroughly exhausted, to gain sight of the beauty, right in front of me . . .where It has always been. My hopes and dreams are alive and well . . .and so unpacking that box, was of no consequence.
An hour or so later, the power came on. I cheered, Christian was smiling and Cash, my boxer pranced around the house, as if he were responsible for the lights coming on and the window fan purring. I closed my book and started frying that chicken. I mixed up the caramel cake, as my desire for it, had only increased over the hours and opened the refrigerator, at long last, with a tremendous sense of liberty.
We ate supper and agreed it was about perfect. The cake turned out light and velvety. It was like a slice of celebration and it only added to our high spirits. I put the hurricane supplies back in the pantry and settled in “my nest”, which is a soft sofa, in the den . . .when the lights flickered several times, before finally shutting off for good. I counted on the thing being resolved by morning, but I woke to Christian getting ready for work by flashlight. The sun shine gilded the countryside without mercy and in the absence of any breeze, it was hot. I made six piles of branches and stopped. While I worked, I noticed the morning glory was bragging and the periwinkle blossoms of the floss flower were too. Some pale lavender spikes of the loosestrife remained and so the territory is all shades of blue and lavender, which is lovely. One day, I am going to paint a picture and call it “The Rabbitpatch in September”.
Just after the noon hour, the power came on and so I jumped in high gear, to get a shower and actually make it to Brynns’ first birthday party. I had given up all hope but consoled myself, that I would just go on her actual birthday, on the tenth. Now, I jumped in the shower, with renewed gratitude for water. Oh how good it felt to be clean. Since, I keep a bag mostly packed, I left soon afterwards.
The party was a success, even in the wake of the hurricane, Even a great grandparent made it! There were also two of Jennys’ faithful friends, Sarah and Michelle – and the cake had somehow survived the power outage and was perfect! Brynn surely thought so.
Jenny and I talked after the last guest left, about how stunning t it was for us, that little Brynn is a year old! The last year had been very full for our family. It seems something was always shocking us. There was heartbreaking loss-and hopes dashed. These things take a toll, but despite the days of sorrow, we can not deny, there were blessings, too. . .and Brynn is a blessing..
I always say, the best meals are the ones with a baby in a high chair.
Happy Birthday Brynn!
Hello dear friend, I’m so glad you all survived the hurricane and you made it to the party. Those pictures are precious 😊 Stay safe!
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Oh my..That beautiful child is growing way too fast. Don’t they all?
There is a special thankfulness that comes with power coming out of the wall and water flowing out of pipes. And special prayers for those still waiting.
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Happy birthday, beautiful one! So very glad you weren’t without power for too long and there was no damage to your house or property. As we live on a rural road and have a well, our storm preparations very much resemble yours.
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She’s ADORABLE!!! I just have to say, I’m so glad you’re feeling ‘settled’ again. Yay for the navy sweater!!!!
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I was thinking about you as the storm tracked northward along the coast, and hoped that all would be well. I’m so glad everything’s okay where you are and that you and your family were able to get together! (And that caramel cake sounds delicious!)
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Wonderful post, Michele. I know how it is to be at home, preparing for a hurricane. I’m so glad everything worked out.
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Yours is the first written account of the latest hurricane I’ve read. We got nothing here in the mountains. I’m so glad you got power back and made it to Brynn’s birthday party. I can’t believe she is a year old already. As always, it was delightful to be at the Rabbit Patch for a few minutes.
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As always a beautiful post of hope. So glad the hurricane did not cause extreme problems for you and your family. And yes, the best meals are those with a child in a high chair. May your coming days be happy and rewarding.
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What a week! I am so glad you survived the hurricane and enjoyed the party.
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thank you dear one, from a fabulous place with a magical garden!
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I’m so glad you survived the hurricane with just a couple of power outages (as trying as those are!), and that you are feeling more peaceful about the whole process of selling the rabbit patch. I honestly believe that things will work out in the end. Meanwhile, happy birthday to your granddaughter!
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thank you Ann! I too think things will work out better than I dreamed. love Michele
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Beautiful post, Michele, except for the ads. I must be honest …. they are disruptive to your peaceful environment here. I’m relieved to know you made it through the hurricane. And as for Brynn being one year old already, I remember it being just yesterday that she was born. How time flies. And the way you work is commendable! It takes a lot to run a home much less a “farm” setting. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. xo
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I do not see the ads and have no clue what they are-Thank you for letting me know-it must be a wordpress thing.I have nothing to do with them. Thank you for your kind words.
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Michele, I know you’ve had problems with your site before, and I am truly sorry. If I were you I would contact WP and tell them about these ads …. somehow that just didn’t seem to be you. I hope you get to the bottom of things ….. your site is a gift to me. Bless you! (((HUGS)))!!!
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Are they awful? I haven’t a clue what is up there. thank you again,
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They are just so disruptive. Please contact WP support. Whoever is putting ads on your blog has NO right to do so. Grrrrrr ……
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I will!
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Good for you!! I’ll pray for you! (((HUGS)))!!!
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So glad you & yours came through hurricane safely, Michele! Brynn looks like she had a grand time – what a blessing you made it to her party. Hugs! 🎉🍰🎉💨🙏💨
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I’m so glad you suffered no damage Michelle, I was thinking of you with it’s path coming at NC (what else is new??) Happy first birthday to your beautiful granddaughter…I’m so glad you were able to make the party!!
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awwh me too! do you know that we never had a hurricane when I was growing up? Since 1996 there is almost one a year! thank you!
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wow!!!
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thank you Jen. Happy Autumn!
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Happy Autumn to you as well! 🙂
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What a little sweetheart!! Yes….time without electricity is a challenge with a hint of excitement of surviving. When we hear the weather may leave us without electricity we also fill bottles of drinking water as we use a well for our water supply.
The city of Sioux Falls (about 45 miles from us) had 3 tornadoes last night! We were grateful to just get 3 inches of rain.
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Looking forward to reading more. Great article post. Thanks Again. Fantastic.
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thank you!
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I like the thought of looking forward to a painting of the Rabbit Patch in September! 😉 Glad you made it through unscathed Michele!
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thank you Mike.
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