One of my cousins maintains that one can be a philosopher without being a cow farmer, but one cannot be a cow farmer without being a philosopher.  Likewise one cannot live in New England without being a weather philosopher.  As the area is relatively free of the danger of major earthquakes, landslides, floods,and forest fire I see winter as our annual scheduled disaster.  We know that at some point there will be a lot of cold, ice, rain , snow and downright miserable weather we just don't know when.  Growing up with a love of skiing and my parents land surrounded by a state forest  with trails, logging roads and unplowed secondary roads  it was my favorite season as long as the snow was suitable.  In less than 2 weeks we have had our biggest snow since '78,a lot of beatiful sunny days, winter rains, and the coldest 48 hours of the winter over the weekend, but Tuesday afternoon I was on my porch in a t shirt (albeit wrapped in ablanket)  watching the afternoon sun and thinking  about the hundreds of hours of outdoor projects I was quite unable to do with  over 2 feet of snow on the ground.  One is forced into rest, reflection, and  recharging and watching the trees which too with life-force in reserve are waiting for the time to resume action.

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