Hurricane, then Tropical Storm, Isaias came through, and cut a swath. It was more powerful than I expected, than I think a lot of folks expected. Trees down all over the place, and, sadly, some fatalities... including in our original New York City neighborhood.
Here, fortunately, we were mostly spared. All in all, it was not too, too bad - some tomatoes jumped the vine for a soft landing at the base of the honeysuckle. I guess I have an excuse to taste them sooner than I would have harvested them.
The big casualty was the plastic storage "shed," which blew right over, even though it was backed up against the wooden fence (that is screwed into metal supports that are screwed to the building) by Miss Kind Neighbor's. We ARE near the East River, but, man - that was significant wind velocity to just blow the thing over through the fence.
An early morning walk through the park saw limbs scattered all over, so Isaias delivered quite a wallop.
Happily, at home, Sissy has helped to make everything right again, during the small window when we were certain to both be able to work together to maneuver it back to standing position.
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