In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines

....and you shiver when the cold wind blows..

It has been a wild two days of gales, snow, rain and a cold that is intensely bitter along an ocean shore. Frankly, I'm tired of the sound of wind off the ocean; it screams and there is no give to it.

When my parents were still alive, they retired to the Carolinas and built their last home.  My dad had a soft spot for those Carolina pines.. the tall skinny ones that would swoosh in the wind a sway as if a in a ballet.  He bought the next door lot and planted an acre of seedlings and was still alive when they were 50 feet high and did their dance in the wind.

He's been gone for nearly two decades. Google Earth still shows those pines..50+ years old now...and instead of the ocean roar and wind, I hear the pines.