Harmony weather = 12-degree gale. The wind has been brutal all weekend, and it's still blowing hard. On yesterday's outing to the apple orchard, Paul and I saw two brush fires, tree parts all over the road, crows flying backward, and linemen teetering next to loops of downed wires. We lost power for large chunks of Saturday and Sunday, so we had to make popcorn and play Scrabble next to the wood stove instead of vacuuming and cleaning the bathroom. Clutching our hoods, Paul and I went for a walk up a hill and almost had our eyeballs blown out and laughed hysterically and pretended we were backwards-flying crows and had a lot of fun.