This was supposed to be a post about how I kept myself occupied after Sandy while waiting for my work to resume. Schools have been closed since the storm.
Fortunately, Joe and I had power throughout the Sandy ordeal, but the gas shortage had me staying close to home — which gave me the perfect chance to clean the yard.
Normally, fall clean-up would take place each weekend, weather permitting — and by winter, I certainly would not have accomplished what I had hoped. But Sandy provided me with day after day after day after day after day of raking leaves and cleaning flowerbeds. One of my targets was the bed that runs along the patio adjacent to the length of the pool.
Over the summer, the bed was filled with “Strawberry Fields” gomphrena. But they became leggy — and I became lazy. Weeds mixed in. A bed of ivy under the white pines had again tumbled over a low-rock wall. And with autumn and Sandy, there came a layer of leaves and pine needles.
Now was not the time to do a quick clean. Now was not the time to tidy up the gomphrena to preserve their red blooms. Instead, now was the time to think of winter interest and the hidden hardscape elements. Now was the time to show no mercy.
Gomphrena was yanked, weeds were pulled, ivy was hacked, debris was bagged.
Like I said, this was supposed to be a post about how I kept myself occupied after Sandy while waiting for work to resume and prepping the yard for winter interest.
Well, today schools reopened — and it was good to get back to something close to normal.
And winter interest also arrived today, as a nor’easter, which is really a cold weather tropical storm without a name.
The air is damp and icy cold, the winds are gusting, and snow is now covering the debris left by Sandy. There is worry that branches and trees loosened by Sandy will come down, knocking out power to people who only just had it restored.
And there is the fear that tidal surges will again flood coastal areas because Sandy destroyed any barriers that would keep this kind of flooding in check.
This is more than adding insult to injury, more than kicking someone when they’re down, more than trying to stay positive in the face of adversity. No, something like this requires an answer to one all-important question . . .
What on earth has Mother Nature’s panties in a bunch?