Note the wood smoke from our chimney….
Note this photo was taken yesterday afternoon, when I walked outside and nearly froze the soles of my feet. Note snow surrounded our house this morning….
Note that spring comes hard, hard, in Vermont. Jumping the starting block a few days, I keep thinking of T.S. Eliot’s lines:
“April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”
The first time I read these lines was in high school, digging into the poetry stacks in the school library, mesmerized by lines like Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky….
Later, later, spring will bloom in all its tender-petal beauty. But for now…. T.S. Eliot knows the score in Vermont.
Stony Soil Vermont 
It was 16 degrees when I drove to the co-op this morning. Not amused. However, it is good for the maple harvest, a little golden lining. I guess.
Sure, a great sugaring season…. that’s something.
22 and freezing winds on dog walk — outside of Boston Monday. I’ll admit I’m sick of it.
Honestly, I’m so with you. Spring? Bring it on.
I live in Georgia and it seems spring is taking a long time to get here. Lots of teasing but not the real thing. Sigh.
In Georgia, too?? A huge collective wish for spring and new growth…..
Great post!
Thank you!
Here in PA the weather gods can’t decide if it is spring or winter, and there is a raging argument going between them. I hope Spring wins soon.
Isn’t it always that way? In Vermont at least it is — spring is always a battle. Let’s hope she edges up towards the finish line.