So, living in VT, a landlocked state I had this crazy idea that we'd fair pretty well when Irene showed up.

We're suffering some of the worst damage she's brought.
I'm at my boyfriends house because the roads are so flooded that I can't get home. His parents are stuck in some random shitty town because the town has been cut off from all other roads ( Read more... )

 
It's almost starting to smell like spring. 
 Almost. 
There's still just enough snow that it robs the air of true spring scent, but it's there. The white is disappearing, and mud season is on it's way (and fast). 
Winter in Vermont just smells dry. The air hurts, it's rough, cold, bitter. Then spring washes all of it away. Spring smells good. 
Spring ( Read more... )