From February 9, 2013
 We had a lot of snow, and that's a good thing. This is New England, after all. We pride ourselves on being able to take whatever Mother Nature flings our way. We quote to death Mark Twain's adage about waiting five minutes if you don't like the weather in Connecticut right now that you might see what comes our way.  We take to the weather's erratic behavior the way we take to oatmeal.  It's there; we must.  Done deal.

This tangle of mountain laurel branches wore its winter coat with unyielding pride on Saturday morning. No sagging under the weight of a heavy load here, thank you very much. I look at this and see a phoenix rising from the powdery fluff.
From February 9, 2013
This bench tells you to come back some other time to rest a spell, though I have sat here in the past to watch the snow fall. A student told me last Thursday she loved snow in the nighttime--the cleanness, the peace, the quiet. That's why we welcome snow days. Yes, we'll make it up in June, but we don't actually care. The beauty of being a kid and of being a teacher around these parts is that you can and will take time out to watch the snow fall.
It's elegant, this excessive snow fall. And when Clyde got up, it was funny.
From February 9, 2013
And it's elegant.  Which I said.
From February 9, 2013
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