The Hurricane was raging all around us, but not on us. Odd, but nice. It’s still pouring within a few miles of the farm, but we got very little rain. I’ll take it; the fates were good to us.

I love this particular windowsill gallery; it has a depth and color that is beautiful to look at. This morning, I’m driving Moise and Jacob to a bus station a half-hour from here, they are going on to Albany to do some business, and I will pick them up tonight at the bus station at 6:45 p.m. Nice to be on the road again, even for a bit.

When I’m with the Amish, there is no Weather Channel or bad news to listen to. And it will be good to talk to Moise for a while. We have both been busy.