SOMETIMES STORMS ANNOUNCE themselves

SOMETIMES STORMS ANNOUNCE themselves. And announce and announce and announce. And rumble and grumble and threaten. And we should believe them when they do. But sometimes they blow up quickly and leave just as fast. Like this one, this little cell that came out of nowhere and whacked Fawn Island with a single, wild squall-line gust— perhaps 70-80 mph. It

A late winter storm has blown through

HERE AT THE CHURCH O’ THE PINES, a late winter storm has blown through. Snow covers the cabin and the boughs of the trees. More strong winds are predicted, and we hope that our eagle-nest tree, and all the rest, hold fast. In our (almost) weekly reports from our woodsy sanctuary, we often tell of the comings and goings, the