In Greek mythology, Irene (Ειρήνη), was the goddess of peace. The name Irene means serene, peaceful. It's ironic that the hurricane which pounded the east coast of the US this past weekend was named Irene. This Irene was full of wrath and fury, and there was nothing tranquil about her. Along its path hurricane Irene caused widespread destruction: floods, power outages, property damage, and unfortunately some deaths.
In late afternoon, I surveyed the damage. By then the rain had stopped and the hurricane had moved north to New York.
The rest of the trunk. The air smelled sweet with the scent of the oak sap emerging from the injured branches.
Another view of the catastrophe next door.
The sidewalk was upturned...
This was a surprise. I didn't expect to see a lamppost hiding there.
Two windows and part of the chimney destroyed, plus a large part of the roof. Looks like an abandoned house in the woods, doesn't it? It's not.
There had been a van parked in front of that tree which miraculously survived any major damage. It was left with just a dented quarter panel. The tree branches reached to the house next door and destroyed part of that roof.
Some homeowners were very, very lucky. Here there aren't even any leaves to pick up. Our lawn was littered with oak branches and leaves.
Families walked over to take a look.
Some homes had smaller damage. This Japanese maple must have been diseased. It had almost no root system.
By the way, I've always loved the exterior of this house. It looks like an English or Irish cottage. We call it "the white house,' because it is after all, white.
Yes, we do have some rather large trees in the neighborhood.
These oak trees are majestic. I hope we don't loose any more of them.
Our house withstood the wrath of Irene. Our lamppost still works, however it needs propping up.