When we moved to this island we expected endless winter days storm watching out our window. It didn’t happen.
Our first three winters were fairly mild. The rain was intermittent and most days we were able to get outside to work. The heaviest winds we experience at our house are in the spring. We are protected from the winter southwest winds by our position tucked behind a rock wall protruding from the island.
This winter we have had more rain than our first years here and it is accompanied by lots and lots of wind. It is noon and the wind is currently gusting 54 k outside my window. A dark black cloud hangs over the sea of white caps carrying yet more rain for our afternoon. The waves are so loud, they wake the dog. Sami thinks there is a car outside the window and barks to alert me.(He hasn’t completely forgotten his city triggers)
No one is going to try to go across the water today. Days like this one are why we have pantries, books, firewood and Port. Living in this cabin with it’s proximity to the water it is pretty hard to concentrate on anything for very long. My attention is stolen by the sound of the next big wave landing on the rocks beneath me. I put my book down repeatedly.
There is no avoiding the storm outside. We live in a cabin with no attic and three skylights. Between the waves crashing below us and the sound of the heavy rains on the roof you can do nothing but embrace the storm. Like the seagulls who grab the chance to play in the wind we just thank goodness
It isn’t snow