Last Friday, a powerful storm blew up the coast of Maine, and because we are only fifty miles inland, we felt the effects, too. At the storm’s peak, over 100,000 customers were without power—keep in mind we are a state with a little over a million people.
Half the town of Winthrop lost its power, and although our lights flickered, we were not among those who were in the dark. Thank goodness! As I’ve noted many times, we have a well, and no power means no water.
Clif thinks our power stayed on because we are on the same line as the fire department’s new building, just up the road from us. Could be. Whatever the case, we keep our power through most storms, and when we do lose it, the power comes back fairly soon. And, yes, we are ever so grateful.
Saturday morning, after the storm, there were leaves, leaves everywhere, making a colorful mosiac.
Here, from above, was the view of our backyard and patio.
Now for a closer look.
Leaves on the patio.
Leaves on the table.
Around the front, leaves on our small deck.
And, finally, leaves on the moss.
Even without a storm, this is a time of year when the leaves come down, down, down.
Is it any wonder we Americans call this time of year fall?