This time next week, we'll be on a plane to LA. Vermont is seeing us off in style. 36 hours of snow, and the lowest temperatures we've ever experienced (wind chill factor of -34 anyone?) - temperatures that are unusual for Vermont this early in the year. Yesterday, the pipes that bring water from our well to the house froze and we were without water for the day.
|At last! We have a pair of cardinals in the garden! they look so pretty in the snow.|
|the male cardinal is startling|
|his mate is more quietly coloured, but just as lovely|
|A beautiful blue jay|
I've always thought of snow as hard or wet, but the snow here is so cold, it's soft and dry, like fine powder, and when the wind came up today, it whipped the snow up into the air, which made for some wonderfully dramatic landscapes.
Inside, our house is chaos - boxes and suitcases and assorted mayhem. My mind and emotions are similarly chaotic as I write endless lists, repack boxes, decide what must be shipped and what we will carry, think about saying goodbye to the friends we have made here - such good friends. Then I look out of the window at the startling sky, the birds, the soft, soft snow, and I stand still and try to imprint it on my memory. I want to remember this.