This week parts of the northeast experienced an ice storm that hasn’t been seen in “more than twenty years,” according to neighbors on my road. While Mother Nature left a dazzling show of glistening ice across trees, homes, and anything left outside, she also left power outages and a path of destruction in her wake.
Pinky Swear Farm hasn’t had electricity in two days. BG&E has been frustratingly predictable in saying power will be on at X-time only to change their prediction to some time in the future. At this point their website no longer gives a time and simply notes “We will have your service restored as quickly as possible.” Which really means, “we have no idea when you’ll get power. Suck it up and put on a sweater.” Nice.
Being without power is horrible. Pipes are freezing, food is being wasted, tempers are flaring, and patience has been lost. But as frustrating as it is, seeing the destruction of the landscape is even worse. My favorite tree, the mature Dogwood, a centerpiece to the farm and the home from which Mary watches over the property, has been destroyed. The tree succumbed to the weighty ice and her shattered branches litter the ground. From far away she looks like she can be salvaged but up-close you see large branches are splintered and ready to fall. She’s doomed. And so is the large tree that greets me in the circle drive as I pull in the farm. Countless trees around the property have snapped in half leaving spear-like towers dotting the landscape. Jack is thrilled at the idea of using the chainsaw to cut down the broken trees. Where I see a changed landscape he sees stacks of firewood and dollar signs.
I’m so over this harsh winter. Spring can’t get here soon enough. I’m sure I’m not the only one counting the days until the mercury remains well-above freezing and spring blooms appear. Until then, take care, keep warm, and may your electricity remain on through the season.