This is neither the first nor the last of the hurricanes that have rattled the timbers of our old barn. The hickories and sugar maples that tower over our little crops have seen the likes of Irene, and her much bigger siblings, many times before. So as the barns and forests stood their ground against the winds and uprooting rains, our transient mob of farmers, crops, and livestock took shelter behind their shields. I emerged agog to see how much was, indeed, not damaged. Greenhouses are standing, even a fair number of our apples clung on their boughs and surfed out the storm unscathed. To see the bright colors of the eggplants, sunflowers, and sweet red peppers perking up again in the sunshine: that is my rainbow after this flood.