Feast your eyes on our sweet Gingerbread house.

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It’s quite likely to be our dinner if the power does not hold. The weather is a hungry wolf, huffing and puffing with all her might. She wants in to feast and we feel her angry breath whipping through poorly insulated walls and ancient windows. Like most of our neighbors, we won’t know until tomorrow morning how much of our little house will be left standing.

Until then, please say a prayer for all us out here on the coast. We are braced for the worst and hoping for the best. We are thankful to at least have shelter (and a working wood stove) on such a day as this…and we are mindful of all those who are not so fortunate.