The Windy Ones are having their day. Power’s out, the ferry can’t dock, and I have two hours of battery time left on my laptop. Outside, the wind rushes through the alder grove and towering cedar trees, making it too noisy to hear each other talk. The surf is pounding high, a half mile away. They say the winds are gusting up to 80 mph. It’s a little scary. But inside, there’s a lovely fire in our stone fireplace, Craig is reading by candlelight and I’m sketching and doing a Tarot reading. We managed to bake cornbread during the hour the power was on this morning so we have something good to eat. We have hot tea too, and later we’ll barbeque our dinner on the deck. In the windstorm. It’s too hard to upload photos at this 26000 dialup speed, but maybe tomorrow. Craig wants to go blooping now (drive the island loop) and shoot video of the storm, so maybe we’ll even have that to post too. I’m grateful for the power of the wild elements, and I’m grateful for my cozy and comfortable home.
Blessings, dear ones. Oya!