Dark Homecoming

After winter on St. Simons, I arrived back at Potlatch to find the spring season struggling with tornadoes and rainstorms as it moves toward summer. The trees and foliage have come out full force closing out the light and embracing the cabin. I look out the window into darkness this morning.

The drive up yesterday from St. Simons was uneventful until I got to Athens where I ran into some of the worst rain that I’ve experienced. It was a white knuckles time as I crawled with the traffic with the hazard lights flashing as I squinted to follow the highway lines. Later I learned that a tornado had touched down near Atlanta and killed one person.

Lots of work ahead. The property looks a bit ragged with branches down, roads washed, and gardens in need of pruning and sprucing. With my late arrival, I am two weeks behind getting the flower beds ready and flowers planted. The place needs some color fast before the nurseries are picked over and out of plants.

Nevertheless, it is wonderful to be here with the stillness and solitude. Somehow it works for me. It is remarkable, however, that the short 350 miles from St. Simons puts one in another world that seems so far away.

Gotta go, lots to do!