Batton down the hatches

This is the Japanese Maple that grows just outside our front door. It's such a riot of color that I sigh a happy sigh whenever I walk past it. But a storm is brewing, so the weather report says, and if the wind blows through as they're predicting it will, we may not have our little maple much longer. Or leaves on any others trees. Or a fence that stands upright. Or power for our house...