Chilmark is a howling place as I write on Wednesday. The winds are blowing and the snow is flying around just like February, and not like the end of March. Where is the lamb in all of this? It appears in this year of global warming that March came in like a lion and is going out like one! So far the power has blinked once but remained on all morning. We are grateful for that. The snow is drifted up against fences and doorways and has required several passes with the plows . . . maybe six inches or so.
