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We got two feet of snow here in the Berkshires yesterday. The wet, heavy snow on the fall leaves bent and snapped many old trees. I’m sad about lilacs, which we estimate were about 50 years old, but we’ll plant new ones–adding our own history to this house.
Our front yard this afternoon. It’s raining not-quite-snow frigid drizzle now. An inch or two of white stuff forecast for tonight. Out come the down parka and insulated-weatherproof boots ’til June. New England winter survival is all about the gear.
In general, I’m not particularly fond of manual labor, but I do enjoy the seasonal rite of stacking firewood. It makes me feel like a pioneer.