But half of Medfield lost its power and the surrounding
towns of Dover and Sherborn were almost entirely without power (and, hence,
water) for days after the storm. Going
shopping a few days ago, I was still struck by the number of roads closed, indicating
either trees blocking access, live power lines exposed or flooding.
I promised an 'after' photo. No damage to the Japanese waxbells, which will bloom on schedule. Ditto the outer sidewalk bed. |
Expressed at its simplest, my neighborhood lucked out. I don’t feel smug about it or believe that
there was some divine intervention at work.
Our highest winds were 56 mph.
The tree canopy is near solid and the utilities underground. We received six inches of rain but the
neighborhood is on a knoll; Danielson Pond 30 feet below us. There was a particularly vicious squall line
that missed us by about ten miles. Had
we been in its path, this would be an entirely different entry.
Another reason is simply that the storm tracked farther to
the west than was expected even twelve hours earlier. Just a few days before that, NOAA’s track had
the hurricane’s eye going right over us.
We lucked out and upstate New York and Vermont (Vermont!) got flooded. The next person who calls Irene a ‘dud’ will
get nothing but a cold stare from me.
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