I learned a new word from a headline in the Washington Post yesterday – “Deadly Derecho Slammed Nashville…”
“The word ‘widespread’ doesn’t even begin to cover the amount of damage we had,” said Scott Unger, meteorologist-in-charge at the National Weather Service in Nashville. The storms knocked out power to more than 100,000 customers, and the local power company is warning residents they could be without electricity for up to two weeks due to the extent of the damage.”
(This, of course, with freezers full of food we’ve all stocked up on in the Time of Corona…)
My husband and I took our dog on our usual neighborhood walk yesterday afternoon – we saw trees down everywhere – and we also saw an older man in a red shirt moving limbs to the curb in a yard that wasn’t his. We said hello. “They’re kind of old,” he said sheepishly, nodding his head back towards the house where the old folks lived. “I guess I am too,” he said with a smile. I wanted to hug him.
Here’s a virtual hug for you today, Bacon friends, and for the man in the red shirt. It’s from our Nashville Symphony…
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A cello sounds – I think – like a tree. An old, magnificent tree that stands, and also one that falls.