The road was a disaster that I wish I had photographed! Nine trees or tree size limbs across it; numerous branches which I could pull off. Mercifully, Robin cleared the road and scraped the snow in one sunny afternoon. The days of sun after the snow rescued the green houses from death.
By Monday, listening to the inauguration by my wind up radio, I was fretting the prospect of no power and a new frigid cold front. Around 4 PM a Georgia Power Company man knocked on my door causing great rounds of barking; he was asking if my son's road would get him close to the line going to Baade's land. The line was down there. Ah! Maybe just maybe, power tonight! By
5:20 PM the lights were on. I reverently approached the power box and turned on the water pump and prayed. The water had good pressure! Oh, delight, the pump kept its prime. Electricity and water and heat pump!