The first words I heard on the radio this morning were Pumpkins may become airborne.
So with skies darkening, and with anxious pips coming from the cardinals, I picked up each pumpkin and put it well back on the front stoop. I also took away the two butterfly chairs, and weighted – with stones I’ve collected from Rehoboth Beach over the years – container plants that seemed light enough to be lifted by the coming winds.
Even now the winds don’t seem so far away, as I sit shivering in an old Adirondack chair next to the puffball mushroom woods. The puffballs have gone gray and dented. The winds will finish them off and scatter their spores.
The winds are here already, hissing in the trees and making the air colder by the minute. The leaf fall is like a rainfall.
I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to blog the storm. We’ll almost certainly lose power in a few hours.
Yesterday we hauled out a ladder and cleaned our gutters. Mr UD tossed down what looked like cow patties and I swept them into our très riche compost pile.
(Tightening my scarf around me here. Should really go inside for a sweater.)