After Joaquin

The area didn't suffer the extremes from the storm that affected a lot of other territory. Grey skies for five days, several inches of non-violent rain, and Aidan played two Crest soccer games in the rain. Wendy and I huddled under our umbrellas. I've failed to catch on video more dramatic moves by Aidan, but here and there is a snippet.





They've been having some close games and they are more vigorous than the summer league he played on. He flings himself into the games with high energy, abandoning all else.

The clouds abandoned us, and by Sunday afternoon the afternoon was fresh, sunny with blue skies. A walk around the place was a welcome event. It will be nice to think of as I have cataract removal surgery early tomorrow.

Crooked Creek Road passing lane.

Wild grapes hanging in the trees.

A few late Queen Anne's lace  blooms persist in the fields, even after the haying.

Queen Anne's dried seed heads in the foreground making ready for winter's sleep and next year's cycle.