This afternoon was spent battening down the hatches for the imminent arrival of Hurricane Bill, due to hit Yarmouth overnight with heavy rainfall and making its way here to Halifax by the early morning hours.
This is a shot of Hurricane Bill taken by NASA. Its immense size gives me the willies.
Winds are expected to gust up to 110-130 kilometers an hour, with rainfall in the Hailfax area of up to 140 millimeters and a storm surge of 3 meters expected.
For my American readers, that translates to wind at 68-80 miles per hour, rainfall of 5-and-a-half inches, with a storm surge of nearly ten feet higher than the normal coastal waterline at high tide.
As we did before Hurricane Juan descended upon us six years ago, my husband, my mom and I cleared drainspouts and secured loose items in the yard.
I tuck away Mom's mirrored garden tripod she made, and which has a base too wide to fit in through the doors.
Mom and I had to make a little train and scoot the four tubs holding her cherry tomatoes, green beans and cucumbers, because the beans and cukes had twined around everything. We stashed them under the deck.
This is where the veggies have been until this afternoon. Along with my phlox which have just blossomed. They're going to be ripped to shreds.
Xena was very happy to supervise. She was also happy to eat the one ripened green bean I'd picked and laid down on the step.
This was the sight that greeted me the morning after Hurricane Juan. Shredded leaf splatter all over the house. Sigh.
I wonder what will remain of the garden by Monday? I took this picture this morning so I could remember it.
Just a note:
The likelihood of a power outtage may keep my blog quiet for a few days.
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Susan Helene Gottfried says Be safe, my friend.
Apprentice Writer says Hope all is well.
Travis says I know that hurricanes do travel so far north. But I always associate them with ravaging the southern coastal states, islands, and Mexico.