After the Water

I wondered if Alice was concerned about some special plants that she treasured most. Her answer surprised me. “No” she said “I will miss them all being together.”

Drowned garden after the water

This is why her garden glows. She sees the plants as part of a mosaic. Alice designs a living,  green community. She makes tapestries of flowers and leaves.

Alice and her Mexican Sunflower.

I have to admit I have never thought this way. I garden one plant at a time. I guess that’s the biologist in me. This thought is so new! I am glad I am not on the river right now. I would be tempted to hobble out with a shovel to rearrange my colors and textures and heights.

I did finally get Alice to name several plants that she was happy to see come up after the flood. A Lenten Rose from her mom survived. It is small with crumpled leaves, but is putting out new leaves. She was also glad to see the white Clematis that she rescued from a construction site. This photo is my favorite from all the ones I took. It looks like a shining star.

Rescued White Clematis

A redbud and dogwood came through unaffected. An azalea survived but looks sick.

Dogwood thriving

Two pink Star Gazer lilies came up in pink profusion.

Looking at Alice’s garden gives no hint of the past disaster. She said she bought bags of wildflower seeds and threw them everywhere. Alice healed her garden, and maybe herself, with bulbs and seeds. I would need that, too. I have said many times “My hope is green!”

Queen of the Night

I bet Alice and Palmer would say that, too. I know ‘My Friend the Fairy’, Madge would second that. She gave me the Cereus. All this is probably her doing.

My Friend the Fairy, Madge

Talking with Alice and Opal has filled my head with stories that came back to me as I marveled at the many changes that they have navigated through. I thought of changes in my own life that I neither caused nor expected. We all have our own hurricanes and floods. We all must survive hardships that show up uninvited. I guess that’s why Alice’s garden and Opal’s lamp meant so much to me.

I get it. This rising up after a storm. Do you?

FLOW

The Dawn of the Day After

Helene lived up to the second L that I gave her. It was hard to sleep after scrolling photos of all the devastation and wondering what was silently floating past in the darkness.
I crept out at dawn to a glorious sky full of stars and a moon that looked like a smile. The calm after the storm is both un-nerving and comforting, like chit chat at a funeral.
The insects were singing. I could see the silouette of our local deer herd grazing on the wet grass.
What will the sun expose?
I will share some photos of the unmanned boat and boathouse parade of yesterday evening.

This is one of many boathouses. If you are missing one, head south. Watch out for massive amounts of debris. It has been mayhem on the river.
Loose Pontoon

This pontoon came by three times. The island splits the flow of the river. We saw it pass, circle back up river, then get caught in the  main current again.

We are thankful to be safe, high on a hill. Our power was restored after only twelve hours. Grateful for every little thing as the sun rises on a new day after Hurricane Helene in North Carolina.

I will add my thoughts that not only do I believe in death and gravity, but I am a firm believer in the power of weather and water.

FLOW SAFE & DRY