We arrived home to a humid 90degree afternoon. Ahhhh Virginia.
I need to unpack and reload but since I'm back at my own computer and can download pictures with complete and utter freedom, not worrying I'm going to crash GG's notebook, one post seems in order. Yes?
Connecticut Saturday: a memorial bench at the harbor before Irene.
And after.
Monday when the winds had settled and the sun returned we were invited, er rather invited ourselves to a friend's house for a very cold shower.
She had been evacuated for the hurricane but when we showed up with towels and shampoo ( which I didn't use, no hair is so dirty as to need a freezing cold wash) all was perfectly serene and looking ready for a photo shoot.
I don't think Betsy owns a computer, has ever heard a blog or goes in much for decorating magazines, yet her home is a haven of beautiful vignettes composed of treasures, inherited, gifted and picked up on the beach or in the woods. Her personality is equally soothing, but you can coax a wicked giggle or two out of her if you're lucky.
She had no power, so we picnicked on Nutella sandwiches, sliced apples, tamari almonds and handfuls of red grapes.
It was truly the calm after the storm for us. The lab napped in the sun, we talked about times old and new and then we carefully made our way home through the streets still filled with downed trees and power lines.
A haven is where the heart is. Thanks to Betsy and all the other people who opened and still are opening up their homes and hearts to those in need of a safe port.
