We got a big white blast of winter. White flakes fell from the sky throughout Leap Day and straight into March. Snow day! Many folks had eased into Spring already and found the storm to be an aggravation. I couldn’t help but rejoice in the foot of fluffy powder that insulated the woods, hung from the branches of every tree, piled high, and camouflaged the signs of man. Whole cars disappeared under drifts of snow and all that was left in the landscape was the beauty of nature. There is a calm and quiet excitement that comes with a big storm – a feeling of wonder.
That and pile’s of wet mittens, boots and snowpants!everyday, House and Farm, Life in New England