The storm has passed, and in her wake she has left destruction, but also a great sense of humanity. Strewn all over my yard are the bright Key limes from Carla’s tree, beautiful crimson red magnolia seeds from next door, broken peanut shells from a squirrel feeder, shriviled iris and hibiscus blooms, shards of broken pottery, wood planks from a torn porch, dissolved sandbags, and a random, sad, little wind chime – all tossed together with salt-marsh grass and mud. A strang