In Vermont we enjoy talking about the weather because there is usually a lot of it and, honestly, sometimes not a great deal else to talk about.
Spring has been slow to come this year. We finally had a break last week and got out for a lovely long walk in Maple Corner where Red Osier and Watercress simply could no longer wait for warm weather.
And, seeing steam coming out the roof vents, we spent a very pleasant hour with a local sugar-maker at Fitch’s sugarhouse. The smell of the boiling is something no photograph can show!
An additional treat was to have 96-year old Mr. Fitch stop in and tell me about the origin of the Red Oaks on the farm, an unusual species in the Kents Corners area; he said they were brought up from Boston in the saddlebag of the original settler. The biggest descendent on the road today is a mere “child” according to him; he clearly remembers as a teenager the “Mother Oak” being a good three feet in diameter.
But last night and today Spring said “Sorry! I’m not ready!” Ice, sleet, snow—crazy weather and not over yet. A few sad Crocus are peeking through the ice. A great day to enjoy the Forsythia in full bloom—inside! Maybe Spring will come next week.