By early morning the winds had kicked up. With little rain at first, it was simply cold, sharp and bitter. Noontime came and with it sheets of rain and gusts that bent the tops of our white pine trees. Every now and again, we would hear the slap of a broken branch falling against the roof or the windows.
My hope was that the rain would pass and I would have light like we had yesterday. What I really wanted to do today was to take the kayaks out on the lake and paddle around a bit. Suffice to say, it definitely didn't happen. I can only imagine how wind-whipped those waves must have been out on the lake.