If you followed the jazzy interactive weather map on the Ipad, then it seemed that Sandy sailed right over our farm. We were fortunate. The storm brought driving rain and strong, howling winds but did little damage here. We did not lose power. We got the animals into their stalls, coops and barns, filled buckets and tubs, distributed water and hay, picked up potential flying debris, then I made dinner and we unplugged everything and sat down and read and talked. It was nice, although we were both mindful of the suffering we were hearing about, even then. I hate to think of New York underwater. But I wanted to try and do something creative, hemmed in as we were by the weather. So I made a movie of the farm just before, during and after Sandy came sailing over us. Tried to catch the feel of us the place.
Sandy turned out to be a gift for us, a homecoming, an affirmation of the great work Ben has been doing. The barns were dry, the roof didn't leak, we were able to handle the animals so they could be dry, warm and safe. This, I suppose, is how life is. Had Sandy veered a few miles one way or the other, we could have been those poor stunned people in those videos. Here, instead, is mine. Come and see.