As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, this year a veritable deluge of frozen precipitation has been graciously given to us New Englanders by the mighty meteorological powers that be. This generous gift has been received with welcoming, salted driveways, and our shovels runneth over. Though we trudge and toil, plow, blow, and scrape, I have rediscovered the necessity of enjoying the show once in a while, lest I forget the joys of whitewashing.
Last weekend, I gave the most precious gift I had to offer to an eager, snow-shocked Texan:
her first sledding adventure.