I’ve lived up here for more than 15 years, and I’ve only heard the civil defense alarm on my phone sound twice – when a rare tornado was tearing through the area and last night when we were all warned of a fierce storm heading our way with heavy rain, lightning, and 80 mph winds.

The warning urged people to find shelter. We are in a new terrain.

We were rushing back from a quick dinner out when the storm hit, and it was fierce and overwhelming. But not catastrophic.

So many people here have lost their homes, businesses, and crops. I am only grateful that we have lost nothing and are fine, our farm undamaged. The storm was all they promised, but it didn’t last for long, at least around us.

Thanks for your prayers,but honestly, we are not the people who need them. A lot of people all over the country lost their homes and businesses, their roads and flowers. I have no complaints. We watched it from the living room, a friend watched it from a porch while sipping a drink.

The ones still looking for places to live could use some prayers.

Our new little generator is terrific and is, I think, the future. We got a beautiful rainbow (above).

The damage to farms is severe; their crops are literally drowning. We didn’t lost power. My heart goes out to the many people suffering from Climate Change all over the country, from the elderly sweltering in the Southwest to the thousands displaced in Vermont or still trapped in theri homes.

I couldn’t sleep. Our world is changing, and we see it and feel it.

Our pond and marsh are flooded and spilling over, and Lulu’s bridge to the back pasture was not passable.  The sheep were puzzled, they don’t walk in water. (Photo by Maria Wulf)

The mornings are spectacular; the early evenings are downright dangerous.

Too much rain. Bud is getting overgrown.

Garbage day pick-up – life goes on.

We couldn’t find the hens last night, they found shelter somewhere other than the roost. They were fine this morning, feasting on worms.

The raven came inside to ride out the storm. He’s going back out.

The photo was over-exposed, but it captured our daily transition – from wet to hot. The sheep are barely moving.