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UD’s in a boutique hotel again.

Let’s start here, with a post I began yesterday afternoon. A post interrupted by a power outage:

A massive branch just fell —- but so neatly! so completely! onto our front yard. A nice clean horizontal fall onto rapidly building snow. It took no wires down with it, and after its loud crash lies calm and black atop the white. Kind of like this, only no longer attached to the tree.

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Okay, back to the present.

Watching, out of our front windows, as the power disappeared, was exciting, beautiful, a light show.

A sound and light show, because as street and house lights flickered and flashed silver and blue against the bright white night, you could hear, all over town, massive trees creaking and cracking under the weight of snow. Huge, high, many-branched branches came crashing down in pillowy clouds.

After each crash, in the quiet of no traffic and no people, the old trees of Garrett Park again spoke, as in a children’s tale.

Now – almost noon – there’s still no power in Garrett Park, and I’ve settled into a local hotel to do my work.

Margaret Soltan, January 27, 2011 11:45AM
Posted in: snapshots from home

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