We woke up Sunday to thick, large flakes spinning, whizzing about, falling with a mix of rain. Surely it would not amount to much. Most likely just accumulation in the mountains…
By lunch we could no longer see the grass and gained several inches throughout the day. Some Maine towns less than an hour away saw one foot of snow! We lost power for most of the day. Some Mainers lost it for two days.
How is it possible we were wearing short-sleeved shirts only the weekend before? This shift definitely played with my psyche. I’ll admit. I was not ready for this. But, these two were!…
Their enthusiasm was contagious and brought me round to a sense of delight in the end. I decided to enjoy the early surprise of a snowstorm. I knew it would melt and I could go back to feeling like it was November again — watching the leaves turn brown, the fields fade to straw and the winterberry grow to a fully ripe fiery red.
XO