Here We Go

The rain is starting to fall here in Southwest Virginia from Hurricane Florence. I can't write of what I don't know so I won't write about the devastating effects she will bring on the Carolina coastal region. I will write about how she effects us.

It has started to rain here already, as she is far south of us. It's a light springy rain in this fall season, rather misty and foggy. The skies are gray and tumultuous. The thing I notice the most is the quiet of the animals, especially Georgia, my gray tortie. Yesterday, she was upset, biting everyone who tried to pet her. Today she is quiet, resting on the foot of the bed, or eating quietly.

I wonder how the horses are acting today.

We bought bottled water early, on Monday, and batteries, flashlights and peanut butter. We have a short wave radio. We have extra dog and cat food, and a freezer full of ice. Thank God we live on a small hill. Even so, we have sand bags piled in the driveway to divert the water from the foundations of the house.

I no longer have fields to wander through, only in my mind. But there is a park across the street, and one that is one house over, so I watch the trees to see how they react to the storms coming. I still wander with Max, my dog, across those fields to feel the rain on my feet.

Sometimes at night, I wander down the street to walk Max and smell the oak trees and grass that is abundant in our neighborhood. We have a good many rabbits and squirrels around us, instead of the deer and turkeys I am used to. But animal life is life, and I rejoice in it.

We will see what is coming. She is big, but we are ready.