I can hear the ice crystals crunch under my feet as I walk the short path through the woods between my house and the Village Craftsmen. But the sky is clear, and sunlight and shadows dapple the trees, fences, and ground. The power went off for a couple of hours two nights ago, so I cranked up the gas log stove, and hunkered down under the covers. At least I haven't had any frozen water pipes these last several days, in spite of the unseasonable cold snap. The daffodils are hanging their heads this morning, but I think they'll make it. By the end of the week we're expecting real spring weather again.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is Lou Ann's story of participating in the 2008 Christmas Bird Count on Portsmouth Island. You can read it here.
To read about Philip's new book, Digging up Uncle Evans, History, Ghost Tales, & Stories from Ocracoke Island, please click here.