First came the ice storm. 4 days without electricity. Dreariness.
The poor river birch tree was heavy laden. I thought it might never recover. Greg and I went out that first morning at 6am to clear the driveway so I could go to work. No way! Another huge branch had fallen from that old willow and completely blocked my way. It was still dark and we could hear cracking sounds and thuds of falling branches in several directions. Without light we had no way to tell if we were in line to be struck down, so we went inside and waited for daybreak. Fortunately, Greg had a new chain saw. He made light work of that limb once he could see what he was doing.
When the electricity came back, we were packed and ready. We got on the road and went to New Orleans to celebrate the marriage of our daughter Esther Rose to Luke Winslow King. Queen Esther found her King. I had too much fun to take many photos, but here are a few favorites:I took this one after we parked downtown and before we all got dirty. I should have taken it in front of the restored historic mansion which Luke and Esther are renting. You’ll have to pretend. Can you imagine all 14 of us under one roof? Not in this little house. But I could not have photographed all of us and their mansion and gotten it in 1 picture. It’s that big.
Luke and Esther treated us to Sunday brunch at one of the fanciest restaurants in New Orleans: Antoine’s. Established in 1840. Rumored to be the birthplace of the Baked Alaska, as seen in this photo. Cake on the outside, ice cream inside. The waiters came around to drizzle chocolate sauce on our pieces. Musicians serenaded us.
Parting was sweet sorrow, but we knew another storm was coming so left while the weather was good, taking 2 nights at the home of friends along the way as we had on our way down.
Near Lansing the snow began. We made it home safely. Snow fell all night, the next day, and the next day for a total of 15 inches.