The wind here in the mountains has been fiercely blowing since late yesterday evening. After a nearly perfect spring day on Palm Sunday, the wind picked up and hasn’t stopped since. The huge trunks of the great oak in the back are even moving (which they rarely do). And while our house was built to withstand such winds, it’s been creaking and even shuddering at times from the gusts and billows. “Howling like Hell” is a perfect description for the weather this morning, which brings me to this ent...