Irma’s turn is anticipated any time now. Although I am outside of Atlanta, and many evacuees have headed here, she is determined to come this way. So, like I haven’t had to do since I left the Gulf Coast, I have gathered supplies–water, food, batteries, meds, papers, etc.–and made a space in the basement. My fear isn’t the storm itself. It’s the trees surrounding our wonderful little cottage in the woods. With falling limbs and shallow roots, I am a wee bit nervous for our house. However, like I learned from Katrina, “things” can be replaced, lives cannot. Please, everyone, take heed and be safe!