I don’t remember meteorologists and reporters being so amped up about the weather when I was a kid. Or maybe they were, but because I didn’t actually own any property that could be damaged, I wasn’t paying attention.
This has been our best year yet for the garden, but Irene is on her way.
|Thar she blows!|
The projected path for 8 PM Sunday shows it going right over us. I am incredibly grateful we live nowhere near the coast, but the rainfall predictions and wind gusts do have me a bit worried about what the garden will look like in the morning. Perhaps we’ll learn at what wind speed tomatoes become airborn. It will solve the problem about what to do with all of our tomatoes, anyway, and doesn’t involve me making sauce.