At least since I’ve been living around here. Or anywhere. It made last month’s hurricane look like a gentle summer shower. A full-blown ice storm with leaves still on the trees, trees and branches were going down all around sounding like gunfire.
The pile by the curb is now at least twice this high. Streets are blocked everywhere, power is all all over the place (not us, fortunately). I was moving some branches during the storm, and was chased inside by two 10-foot-long, forearm-diameter branches crashing down from our maple tree about 15 feet from where I stood.
The only thing I’ve seen that looks like it was neighborhoods that were directly hit by Hurrican Gloria in 1985. It looks as though everyone has grown a brand-new hedge along the street, overnight.