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On the 6th day there was light.  Hurricane Sandy packed a huge punch, but fortunately our loss of power was the very worst of it.  So needless to say, I am so very grateful.  On Monday, during the thick of things, I paced around the house like a caged animal – very anxious and worried for the safety of our home and “the old girl” – our 200+ years old maple.  Thankfully all rode out the storm well.

But I found that one thing worked like magic on my nerves, and at the start of every single cold morning – a fire in the cooking fireplace.  This spot became ‘Command Central’ here at Connecticut Country House.  With no phone, internet, and cable, we felt very disconnected from the rest of the world. So, Rick started making morning runs to our local market, and would come back with a haul of Connecticut and New York newspapers.  With a mug of hot coffee and a crackling fire, this became our new normal last week.

In a week full of angst and tragedy, something so small and simple became so meaningful.  For a few days, life got a little quieter and cozier.

“Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.” – Jean Baptiste Alphonse Karr (1808-1898)

My very best wishes for all in getting back to your normal.

Love, Nora

1 Comment

  1. Guler on November 24, 2012 at 9:14 am

    When I read this article I had every itninteon of trying it. Somewhere between my dining room table and the flower shop I lost my nerve and bought seasonal red flowers. I wish I could muster the never to try something new but no matter how much I try I always end up buying traditional. Is there a remedy for that?

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