The winds have been so loud at night that Inky’s been hiding under the bed.  If the wind isn’t howling, the rain is hammering on the roof.  I turned the outside lights on one night at 2 a.m. and the rain was going every direction there was – up, down, sideways, diagonal, you name it.  It felt like we should have been rocking back and forth like we were out to sea ourselves.

Sometimes the winds drive all the clouds away and you get a clear shot of the sky.  We had this big cyclopean moon up there like a flashlight shining on our little snowglobe.  And yet, all the spiders and snails and birds and assorted critters out there are doing just fine.  Wind hasn’t blown anyone away yet.  Including us or our house, though we’ve wondered when that’s going to happen.

Ironically, most of the tourists have gone home now after spending a lovely summer here thinking we have the best weather on the whole planet and they can’t wait until next May when they come back and visit us.  Great.  See you then, guys.