Tag Archives: Hurricane Irene

Goodnight, Irene…

You left, Mad Irene, with a lot of noise.  I was afraid you would slip away, shrivelled up, your tail between your legs, so to speak, but you did not.  For a while, in the early evening, things had died … Continue reading

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Mad Irene has come…

Mad Irene, you have arrived, with the wind in your hair, and tears in your eyes.  You are here, and in your fury you have broken at least two trees on our street, turning it into a site of minor … Continue reading

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