A Storm Passing Through

Usually when I talk about storms on my blog I am talking about "life storms" haha the rocky and shaky and destructive way life can be for us, the hard times, the painful times. But today I am actually going to talk about a real storm. A storm that didn't wipe out our town, but that devastated our town, that destroyed tree upon tree and roof upon roof, and cars, and parts of homes. It is a storm that was 85 mph straight line winds. It was a storm that brought a community together to help clean up. Neighbors helping neighbors, strangers helping strangers and families helping families. (It was frustrating for me because I could not help physically. I really wanted to be out there helping.)

I can not tell you how many trees like this were uprooted. They say it was because of the 85 mph straight line winds, and because the soil was wet and soft from the rains the night before.

I'm sure the owner of these cars is sort of glad the tree didn't land on his collector car.

News channels, helicopters and electric companies from out of state came to our town.

When a tree is devastated, I am devastated.

I had never seen anything like this, ever! I could not believe my eyes.

This is what our neighborhoods looked like, block after block after block.

It is starting to pile up into nice logs.

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Lots of these tree trimmers around town.

Stumps like the one above are left laying everywhere.

It was a storm that left us without power for almost three days. We lost 75% of our refrigerator and freezer.

It was a storm that kept us all safe, our whole town, no one hurt. It was a storm that spared our home and our trees (this time anyway-- we lost a tree last year, my beloved birch). It was a storm that was just passing through, but left great devastation to a small town. A storm we can all move on from eventually. Because in the end, there is still so much to be thankful for, and my heart is full and the sun is shining.