I was born and raised in the south where spring ushered in green grass, flowers, and warm weather. Then, I moved to the north, where my preconceived notions of what each season represented was challenged. Vermont spring is a season of contradictions: warm temperatures-frigid temperatures delightful blue sky-gray snowy sky beautiful daffodils-sad droopy daffodils green fields-white fields open greenhouse-close greenhouse … Read More
Though the calendar reads “March”, I know better than to think that winter has had its last fury. Just before sunset last night, a snow squall came through, laying another inch and a half of fluffy snow. The snow fell full and hard. The snow squall left behind a fresh layer of snow and a beautiful sunset.