My heart goes out to the people in Western North Carolina. The devastation is unlike anything I’ve seen. I feel a deep emotional connection to the places that Helene has destroyed. Even the Flowering Bridge of Lake Lure I wrote about in June is gone. It was one of the most cherished trips I made this year.
One day, honeybees appeared in great numbers on plumes rising above the pampas grass by my mailbox. They found a treasure trove of pollen from the late summer blooms and celebrated perhaps their last hurrah before settling in for the winter.