Here in the Maritimes we all have our own “Arthur” story to tell. In East Dalhousie, power was out for four days. Some of us lost our phones and Internet service. My phone, for instance was out for 10 days, and since I’m on dial-up well…
I thought I would go beside myself. But I survived, and remained in control of my faculties, thanks to the community Cap site. Yeah!!
There were lots of downed trees during the storm. This one was blocking off one of the roads to the cottages at Lake Torment. Hubby cut the tree up and we helped removed the limps and wood to make the road passable. When you live in the country you just never know what you’ll be called to do. It’s remarkable the way everyone chips in and helps out in whatever way they can.
I find this photo particularly disturbing, seeing the damage done to the brook and trees.
This tree was came down across the Lakeview Road.
Lots of trees fell across the brook as well. It will take some time to get everything cleaned up.
Amongst the grapevine leaves, we found a robin’s nest, it’s hiding place revealed when Arthur ripped many of the leaves away. Strange, during the toughest times, these small things capture our attention and give us hope.I’ve been counting the days, hoping the babies soon hatch.
Mama robin is barely visible. My hope is that she can keep her small brood hidden from the crows and bluejays.
Arthur left his mark on us, and we’ll not soon forget him. But, as with everything in life, we adjust to what is and learn to carry on with what remains. What else is there to do during times like that?
Do you have an “Arthur” story? Please share if you do.