I’ve recently been digging up old outdoor memories.
Some of it has to do with this pathetic winter. Pathetic in the amount of snow, that is. We’ve done fine with cold. Well enough with the cold, in fact, that news media are acting like it’s the coldest winter since Vermont was buried under a mile of glacier. Well enough that my wood supply is looking frighteningly low. Well enough that people are proclaiming an end to global warming, apparently forgetting that it was only two decades ago that sub-zero temperatures were routine in Vermont winters.