Baby It’s Cold Outside
Marion spotted the first returning robin on March 2nd. Mornings are beginning to fill with bird songs. The days are noticeably longer. The temperatures, however, haven’t budged much since January. Single digits to teens below zero persist into the weeks when we’re normally boiling sap to make the year’s sugar. The snows are still deep outside the door.
I suppose it may be a good thing that we chose not to tap the maples this year. The start of sugaring season won’t be for at least another week, which may be closer to what it used to be 50 years ago, but a few weeks later than what we’d grown accustomed to in recent times.
With the snows still plentiful, we’ve enjoyed getting on the snowshoes. Breaking trail has been a good workout, which is something I’m always in need of this time of year.
From the top corner of our upper meadow (above) the Green Mountains see the last of the afternoon light.
The old Frye barn has become one of my favorite subjects in recent times. It is photogenic, no doubt, but there is also the question about how long it will continue to stand that has led me to try and document its last years of watching over our middle meadow. Every time I glance out our kitchen window, its weathered siding, rusting roof, and sagging eaves remind me of those who came before us. I can’t help but wonder what thoughts will fill the minds of those who follow. It is my hope that they, too, will look out at this mountainside homestead and smile.