As we walked around, while the tornado was twisting its way to other locations, I kept saying, "Unbelievable!" "Amazing!" "I can't believe it!" In those first moments, there was simply no way to process all we were seeing.
Without further ado, here are a few pics.
|Left side of front yard.|
|This is the road to the neighbor's house. Yes, that's Weldon standing in the road!|
|The farm road heading to the main road.|
|The line of trees below the pond had their tops twisted off, but this photo doesn't show it very well.|
Then, out for further investigation.
|Back of the house.|
|Power lines along our road had to be replaced.|
|This old Rambler has sat amongst the trees for years, but now the trees are resting on it!|
|The root balls on these old trees were huge! I guess that makes sense, but still ....|
|Putting up a new electric pole at the house.|
|Patching the 4 holes in the roof.|
Other than trees, no lives were lost. No farm buildings were seriously damaged. The house will need to be re-roofed, but that will wait for another day. Electricity was back on about 5pm Thursday.
Weldon needed a mental and physical break on Friday, so we drove around to see some other local damage. Again, Amazing! Unbelievable! Ice cream from the Dairi-O was good medicine.
On Saturday, May 27, with the help of 14 friends, neighbors, and family members, we worked our butts off and made some good progress on cleaning up the yard and fields. We cannot say "Thank you" enough for all the help. I was working too hard to get any pictures, but I had to take a selfie:
|Enjoying some cold Cheerwine.|
On Monday, the United Methodist Committee on Relief (UMCOR) and some guys from church were here to clean up the downed trees along the fence lines and around the ponds. Electricians worked on the pole in Edith's yard. Men worked to get the milk parlor and milk tank up and running. Whew!
On Wednesday, May 31, the whole farm had electricity, phone, and internet. To celebrate the return to normal, I picked black raspberries and made the first pie of the season. Yay!
I'm hoping that experiencing a tornado (particularly its aftermath) has changed me. It touched some part of me that's hidden way inside. Feelings. Emotions. We lost nothing, but I realized all that could have been lost. I hope that now, when someone asks me to pray, I'll pray with more sympathy, more compassion, more heart. Stuff that people go through is real. May my prayers be just as real.
So, that's that. It's be a very farm muse kind of post, hasn't it? Thanks for reading. Thanks for caring.