If we’re going to live in Vermont, could we at least get some snow?

Deep fluffy snow under bright blue skies? Four feet of silky soft powder, which is nature’s way of saying “come, play!” Oh, to be able to explore the woods, listening to the silence of a winter wonderland – perhaps the mutterings of the chickadees as accompaniment.

Today was gray, the sky flat and dull.

Pretty exciting stuff, huh.

The Nikon – focal length 55 mm, whatever that means.

The Lumix – focal length 4 mm. I think that speaks to the zoom zoom.

I stayed home from work today, as I’ve been exposed to two people with wretched colds and this morning it felt like both of them had taken up residence in my torso. Buh-leeeeeggggghhhhhh. Some coughing and sneezing ensued, but I think I may have nipped it in the bud. Just in case, I procured some 70% and 85% organic dark chocolate, cause, uh, the anti-oxidants are um, yeah, good at warding off colds. Or something.

C’mon, mother nature, pony up some sweetness, pretty please?

To conclude, some T.H. White, “The Once and Future King”

“In the spring, the little flowers came out obediently in the meads, and the dew sparkled, and the birds sang. In the summer it was beautifully hot for no less than four months, and if it did rain just enough for agricultural purposes, they managed to arrange it so that it rained while you were in bed. In the autumn the leaves flamed and rattled before the west winds, tempering their sad adieu with glory. And in the winter, which was confined by statute to two months, the snow lay evenly, three feet thick, but never turned into slush.”