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.
Yes! From now on whenever i hear cello it will sound like the soul of an old, majestic tree. What a stunningly beautiful image.
Sending love, dear Christina… xoxo
The irony that the cello is made out of a tree and the sound that it gives back to the tree and us! Lovely addition to yet another hurdle for Nashville. I love your Blogs, Jennifer. They touch every inch of my heart and mind.
Dear Kimberly – A comment like yours keeps me going for days. Thank you. xoxo
This is beautiful and so fitting to what is happening in our neighborhoods. Thank you Jennifer for this!
Dear Cathy ~ xoxo