Fragments From Floyd

This walnut along the road, just beyond the mailbox, is a companion piece to the maple image from yesterday. And like yesterday's post, the picture is going to have to be worth the thousand words I won't have time to write this morning.

Wanted all to know--including you, mom--that the VDOT boys were out here all day in their orange graders and dump trucks, and our road is now convalescing and passable. There were a couple of places where trees slid down the side of the creek, carrying some roadbed with them. I don't know how the highway repair folks will substitute for those natural soil anchors lost when the tree roots broke free. At least one of our low-water bridges can only be patched so many times, and seems to me, that number was passed with this storm, breaking off a big chunk of the bridge. They sort of stuck it back in place, but it is not fixed.

So. I have more on my mind and stored up in my typing fingers. But their little efforts will go now to grading twenty more lab papers before daylight. Perhaps we will go stormless and disaster-free over the weekend and I can gather my thots and get back, a bit, to a comfortable flow of things here on the journal. Or not.