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Goodbye Irene.  It's been nice knowin' ya!

"After Every Storm the Sun Will Smile"

Ambler, PA

Where:  

My backyard

When:  

Sunday evening, 7:15 p.m.

Sound: 

The creek rushing by at higher than normal levels, the buzz of a chain saw in the distance, kids tired of

forced indoor confinement and set free to play and laugh in the street.

Smell:   

"WET".  Not sure I can define that, but it is a definite smell and Irene left it in her wake.  Wet ground, wet trees, mushrooms sprouting in the dampness.  But very happy I have to go OUTSIDE to experience

it, and the smell of mushrooms and dampness is not INSIDE my home.

Wearing:  

Muddy flip-flops

Pondering:  

How thankful I am that we all got off relatively unscathed and unharmed from the wrath of Irene.

Very grateful I do not live in Florida and have to deal with hurricanes more than once or

twice in my lifetime.  And relieved that I do not have to watch "The Weather Channel" anymore 24/7!

Marveling at how wicked mother nature can be, and then turn around and produce such beauty as a sun flare filtering thru the greenery of trees.  Typical woman.

--Kathy