Irene such a small name for such a big girl

How do you describe what is happening.  How do you describe what has happened.  How do you describe what is to come.  It starts with the warnings, there’s a storm, a big one, it’s coming.  At first you think okay we’ve had storms before, I’ve lived through hurricanes here before we’ll hang on and deal with it like we always do.  The warnings escalate, this is a big one, category 1, no 2 no 3 the projected path has us in the line of fire.  The weekend is coming when we have all of our markets and csa deliveries, maybe it’ll go out to sea, maybe we’ll be on the fringes and just get a few inches of rain.  Just in case let’s start harvesting.   Calculate how much I think we can sell, how many deliveries we have scheduled, what can we store the best.   Strip all the tomatoes, cut greens, pick the peas.  Check the weather reports, this is not good, how far out can we harvest and hold product.  Winter squashes, we’re just beginning to harvest them.  I just pick some pumpkins, get watermelons, *$! here comes the rain and there are still acres to harvest.  Work faster, harder, how much can we pull.  Stuff the refrigeration units.  The produce has never looked more beautiful than right now.  It sparkles.  I wish you could be here to see it, inhale the perfume of the herbs and on the horizon like a beast in a horror movie it comes.   The sky darkens, the heavens open up and there’s no stopping it.  I keep taking pictures so I can share what once was, what is.  To remind myself in a month why we are so limited in produce.