In the end, the hurricane luckily brought us nothing more than a few hours of exciting-scary wind, minimal rain, and an excuse to hunker down, eat soup, and play board games Monday night. We never even lost power. After last year's two hurricanes-- one that nailed the Catskills, and the other that nearly obliterated Owego, for the second time in five years-- we were overdue for a pass.
This morning, letting the chickens out and walking around the garden I'd cautiously hoped would survive the storm, I nearly tripped on that big, safe blanket of provision-- this is why I homestead, I thought. For that garden, for those chickens. For realizing that, when a storm comes, the preparations are already there, especially this time of year: rows of canned goods, a full chest freezer, neighbors with a wood stove. A very lucky thing.