Well friends, here’s the hurricane Irma aftermath blog. But with some perspective. Sorry.
This is Pablo. A wood carving I did many years ago. He’s a fixture on the blog and on my Instagram feed.
The day before the hurricane when I was getting supplies. Funny the things people don’t buy.
I mean, what’s wrong with herring in curry pineapple sauce?
This was pretty much the track.
The rain cleared out at around 3 am but the winds continued. It was when the winds shifted in the early morning when a lot of the branches came down.
My backdoor, the branches hit the roof.
This is me climbing through the fallen trees looking for bonsai.
A hawk on the top of a telephone pole.
It faced itself into the wind and hung on for life.
This is around 8-9 am on the Monday.
This damage was from the north blowing winds.
We had minor flooding. Just enough so that the septic drain field was flooded and the toilet didn’t flush.
This is a panorama shot. It looks better on Facebook.
I had put all the trees on the ground. They would’ve been safer in the middle of the street. They were covered with debris.
This was the view from the peak of my roof.
The first tree I dug out. It’s a tiger bark ficus that was imported by Suthin. The trunk has been built by extensive grafting. The chop marks and scars were almost all healed.
While all this digging out was happening, the 9-11 moments of silences were taking place. I didn’t even think of the date until I was looking through my pics the other day and saw these:
The “trees” were built in Coatesville. They were returned there, with all honors.
It was eerie, sharing space with the “tree”.
This once was part of a living, breathing structure, full of people, business, history. It came down with those two planes, that morning, many years ago.
Almost 3000 dead, more than 6000 wounded in the initial aftermath.
A hurricane is slow a motion disaster. In Florida alone, more than 6 million people were told to evacuate. We had a weeks notice.
Regardless of what all the conspiracy theories say, the people who perished had no warning.
The buildings were constructed to last 2-3 hours in case of a fire. Plenty of time to evacuate. An hour just wasn’t long enough.
The WTC was also supposed to be built to withstand an impact from a Boeing 707.
That didn’t take into account the fires though. Impact and fire and the poorly designed fire suppression system and the fact that only the first 64 floors were sprayed with asbestos containing coating that was designed to protect the steel “trees” from fire (amazingly, NYC banned the use of asbestos during construction and they switched to another foam spray. It was said at the time that if a fire occurred above the 64th floor, the building would collapse)
But I’m not going to debate what happened. Please don’t comment on it.
It is still a fact that too many people lost their lives on that day.
Was my tragedy equal to those who lost there lives back in 2001? That’s a hard question.
I’m alive, in relatively good health. My family and friends made it through. I have cleanup.
I have damage to my little trees.
My favorite tree, this hackberry. The one I’ve been pushing hard this year.
But It’ll grow back.
I cleaned off the trees on the back door.
Rescued many of my other little trees.
It was just work. It’s good for you.
And for my children too. Life is hard and they need to learn that.
I had friends who helped. That’s Guaracha up there.
I cut down some trees that needed it too. Ones I should’ve never let grow.
Got some nursery cloth down
And the tables got put back up.
There’s still a lot to do but I’ll survive.
As I write this, another hurricane, called Maria, is tearing into Puerto Rico. She’s a catagory 5. I have too many friends and too many of my friends families on the island. They will know disaster. I’m just experiencing a little pain right now. It won’t last. I just need to work through it.
It helped. I also went to a clients house and worked on some of her trees.
So many of my friends were impacted by Irma. It will be years for some to dig out. Or months or just days.