Shawn's away for a couple days and brought the camera, thus the inspiration for this entry. It's as much winter as it's been for the last month (we're supposed to get a few inches of snow tonight and be in the low teens for temperatures). In almost every way, it seems like spring is never going to come.
And yet, there is a miracle that happens every year. Almost imperceptibly, the trees start to take on a reddish hue on their tips (I truly love the symmetry with the fall here) and there are the slightest little bumps denoting beginnings of buds. You really have to look closely, but the change is definitely there. It amazes me that it is actually possible given the prolonged cold we've had, but nature knows what she's supposed to do and knows better than we that the snow will only last so long.
And while it seems like a pipe dream, in just a couple months, we'll be sitting on the front porch swatting away the black flies.
I can't wait.
1 comment:
Me too! Summer is so nice in Vermont. Very rarely too hot. Maybe we will come and camp out in your backyard and enjoy beautiful Vermont summer days. ;)
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