Here on the pine plantation, we measure windstorms by the number of pine limbs downed in back of the house. Last night was pretty wild, but it was only a Two Limb Night, thank goodness. Such nights always remind me of a gravestone I once saw in an old Rhode Island cemetery on which was written "Kill'd By a Pine Tree."Living as close to 100-foot pine trees as I do, it kind of makes you appreciate every day.
Retired Guy has already got out the chainsaw and is busy cutting up the morning's bounty for next year's firewood, making lemonade out of pine limbs, I guess you might say.
