We’re calling that a practice storm. It wasn’t even enough to keep us inside the house.
On Saturday night Isaias was headed right for us, expected to be a category 1 hurricane (winds 74-95 mph). We closed the shutters, hung the orchids in the garage, and crossed our fingers for all the newly planted palms. We knew this old house would be fine. My grandpa’s friend Speedy remembered coming here with his dad after the hurricane of 1949. Winds were 140mph. Trees covered the road so no cars could pass through. They walked all the way here to get some ice because this was the only house around that had it at the time. I figured I’d spend Sunday morning reading next to my cat, listening to stormy weather. Instead, we sat on the front porch wondering if we’d even get much rain. Isaias never regained strength overnight as predicted. My mom texted and said let’s go look at what washed up on the beach. They don’t call this the Treasure Coast for nothing. So in the middle of the tropical storm, we walked the beach. Sadly no gold, just a few bits of plastic and a couple nice shells.The sun is back out today. We already picked up all the fronds and branches that fell. Thankfully no plants were karate chopped by falling limbs. No palms tipped over. The Cuban petticoat palm, one of my favorites, is not looking great, but everything else is just fine.Phew. Now we’re a little more prepared for the next one.
Tonight I’m making our latest favorite blackfin tuna recipe. I’ll try to get some decent photos so I can share that one with you soon.