My vintage look at summer for Summer Stock Sunday, hosted by Robin at Around the Island.
Here in the Maritimes, September can pretty much be counted on for at least one hurricane to usher out the summer.
Seven years ago, we lived through Hurricane Juan, which really did a number on Halifax.
This is what we woke up to after a really scary night on September 28th/29th, 2003 - shredded leaves plastering the house. We lost four trees, and the power was out for five days.
This is a shot I took at Point Pleasant Park once they let the public in for a two-day mourning period. The park is at the head of Halifax Harbour, and its stately evergreen forest was totally flattened.
Last summer we had a visit from Hurricane Bill, which was thankfully not terribly destructive but did manage to pull an idiotic sightseer into the killing surf out at Peggy's Cove. The guy was rescued, which means Nature is stuck with his fantastic DNA to pass on to future generations. So much for natural selection.
Here's what yesterday's Hurricane Earl looked like from safe inside our cozy house.
My husband and I watched a tree go down in the greenbelt behind our house. Several more trees just behind us went over or were snapped off, but we didn't lose any in our yard this time. My uncle, unfortunately, has one leaning on his roof. The winds were pretty strong - gusting to over 100 km/h or 62 mph.
CLICK BELOW to see footage of Hurricane Earl from our house.
Robin says Yikes. I sure don't miss hurricanes... Double yikes on the idiot in the surf. Darwin award anyone?