We came home on Sunday to some debris, but no significant damage.   Certain Man cleaned up some, but said that the girls could help him on Monday morning.  The deck had quite abit of loose stuff on it.  And the gutters had filled up and overflowed.

Cleanup --  Deck debris
Our Hybrid Thornless Honey Locust trees are especially apt to shed their branches

Cleanup -- more deck debris 2
I had taken my flowers off the deck rail and put them on the table, so they had survived pretty well.  These branches were partly from the storm and partly what had to be cut out.

Cleanup -- More Deck debris
Things didn’t look quite so bad on the other side of the deck.

I came out of the side door onto the deck and heard something far over head:

Cleanup -- Beebs on the roof
If you look really, really closely, you will see a head up there near the peak of the roof.  That’s middle Daughter, manning a pruning tool, trying to cut off some troublesome limbs.  I couldn’t look at her up there without a tingling in my legs.  It looked so precarious.  But she is old enough to be her own boss, so I tried to refrain from ordering her down “this instant!”

Cleanup --  Daniel and Beebs on the roof

Down on the next level, there were gutters to clean.  According to the slave labor, the debris in the gutters
smelled like “cow diarrhea”  (ew-w-w-w!!!)

Cleanup -- Monkeys on the roof
It was hard, hard work, and the ledge was precarious, causing the Mama to make much noise about being careful!!!  It was great fun to make believe that maybe you were going to fall.

Cleanup -- Daniel cleans the gutters
Certain Man has never been one to make his children do something that he isn’t willing to do, too.
The day will come when our children look back and remember a Dad who put his shoulder to the wheel no matter what the job and stayed with it until it was finished.  I can honestly say that there has never been a time when he took it easy while the kids worked.  He didn’t always work at the very same job, but if they were doing a job, he was working, too, somewhere.  Here he takes his turn at a dirty, smelly job.

 Cleanup -- He da' man!
Part of the time, he had the long pruning hook and was cutting back some limbs that were scraping the roof.  It had made a terrible noise during the storm the other night, and the racket convinced him that it needed to be done.

Cleanup -- Rach and the tractor

Youngest Daughter has been our chicken house helper for a few years now, and she can handle the tractor quite well.  Here she extends the loader so that all that stinky stuff from the buckets can be brought to the ground and dumped into the burn pit.

Cleanup --  washing buckets
Back on the ground again (while Mama draws a sigh of relief), Middle Daughter
cleans the buckets so that they can be put away.

Later last night, our Nettie-girl came home from visiting her sister and swept the remaining leaves off the deck.  It has been raining off and on, so it was hard to get a picture of it in this weather.  So, these will have to do!

Clean up -- nice deck
This was taken after todays rain.

Clean up -- nice deck 2
And this was, too.
I’m so thankful that our home was spared the brunt of storm.
And my heart and prayers go out to the many people who are still without power or telephone.
According to the paper, there are quite a number.


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11 responses to “

  1. Thanks Mary Ann. I’m grateful for the encouraging and sympathizing words you so often give me. I don’t think you realize how much you impact my life. I will miss you a lot this winter. And you will always be in my prayers! Love you lots! – Abi

  2. You have such a beautiful deck. And what beautiful pictures of the family working together, complete with Mama’s “be carefuls”! You’re fortunate to still have some “slave labor” living at home, even tho most of your males slaves are gone!!

  3. Cow diarrhea,yes I think that may be the correct smell. We have maple and pine trees and our eves need cleaned 3 times a year and each time the debris smells so awful. We sure could use some of your slave labor here,they look like they know what they are doing. I tell RL he needs to let the G’kids do it since they’d bounce more readily than he if he fell. You are indeed blessed not to have more damage than you did have. Great pictures, I am sure between your camera and your repeated “be carefuls” your family was aware of your where abouts throughout the chores. LOL Thanks for sharing your pictures and also thank you for your comments on my site.

  4. I’m glad you didn’t have any damage.  We were surprised that we didn’t have more than leaves and a few small branches in our yard.

  5. My hubby likes to ‘pretend’ to be falling too…..much to my distress.  I am sure a time is coming when my children will get a kick out of making mom worry a bit too.

  6. Amen to your response!  Amen!  I am so grateful to know that His timing is so much better than mine!

  7. Anonymous

    Oh my, I was just thinking this morning while sitting outside in my backyard, how it looked after the last hurricane went through and how discouraging it is to see all the limbs and twigs and leaves that need attention.  These pictures reminded me again.  The trees are sure nice when it’s really hot out, but they can make quite a mess. =)

  8. Ernesto left his mark on your place! Yikes!   Glad it was not as bad as it could have been!  John brought some rain to part of our city, but by the time he approached the foothills of our nearby mountain where we live he sputtered out!!!!!  Hardly a drop.  Those who did get it in Tucson had flooded streets and many cars were swept away!  That is the greatest danger in Tucson when we get a downpour. 

  9. Last night I dreamed I was at your house visiting with you and your daughters. We were having a fun time. Also there was a cute little toddler there. I don’t know who that was.

  10. Hello , Sound like you guys had a mess to clean up now. Well nice picture’s now. GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!

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