The last time we had a summer as saturated with storms as this one, Vermont got a visit from an angry lady named Irene. The ground was saturated and the rivers so high, that when Irene swept through, many towns in our little state saw seasonal streams turn into major waterways. Roads were washed out, with some towns only accessible by horseback.
The ratio of heavy equipment and work animals to people is pretty good here, and many places were on their feet before FEMA even looked our way. Recovery was so quick that sometimes Irene seems like a memory from someone else’s lifetime.
Then I drive by a favorite view – this one is Ice Pond Farm in Arlington – and see another line of clouds passing over, drenching the fields and mountains again. I love the storms, but I often wonder if they’re trying to tell us something.