When a fifty-foot oak in our woods fell victim to Hurricane Sandy a few weeks ago, my first thought was, “thank goodness it missed the house.” My second thought was for the lovely little Dan Fenton holly tree that I planted about four years back. She has grown steadily in stature and beauty, providing cover for the local songbirds and a lovely sight from my kitchen window. I thought for sure the fallen oak had taken her square out. And what a loss it would be, since hollies grow so very slowly and who knows when I could replace her. But most happily, the oak missed my little holly by a mere six inches or so. I’m thrilled for my little survivor – a reminder of the survivor in all of us – and send love, prayers and support to the many thousands of people still coping with the aftermath of an unimaginable natural disaster.