It’s been a long 6 months since I took this picture of our Tree.
The heat, and the smoke, and my ‘chitis, lingered long into Autumn.
Winter’s first chill put a halo of frost around the fallen leaves.
Then, this being the Fraser Valley, it rained, and rained, and rained.
We put up some Christmas decorations …
… and had ourselves a merry little (white) Christmas.
Coco the Community Cat came to visit and admire the view.
Two days later the snow turned to ice. 5 cm (2″) on the first day!
Trees bowed and broke under the weight. Power lines were knocked out. We knew it was coming, there’d been enough warnings from the weather bureau. Our 72 hour emergency plan stood us in good stead, but we were stretched to the limit at the end. Now we have a 144 hour (6 day) emergency supply of fuels, (gasoline, kerosene, propane) and storage and purification capacity for 120 liters (31 gallons) of water.
The staccato sounds of falling trees snapped through the crystal air without cease.
What was beautiful and soft turned into dangerous and beautiful.
We sat in our little house, snug and warm, and read, and passed the time disconnected from the rest of the world, but at peace with it as well.
The next morning we pulled up the blinds on our study window and saw what had become of our Winter Tree
In spite of all the damage across our island and indeed the entire region, we held no animosity, perhaps a little sorrow, but in the face of such a beautiful blue sky, it didn’t last.