When Sandy and I, along with Josh and Meg, left New England over 8 years ago, we looked forward to the prospect of warm winters and none of the icy white stuff. Since moving back, I have have been more than ready to see the earth covered in a pristine white.
When we pulled back the covers this morning and headed downstairs for our morning coffee, one glance out the kitchen window told us that all the grays and browns, evidences of the death of summer, were gone -- buried beneath our first blanket of snow.
Here in the Northeast daylight is getting pretty scarce. Each afternoon it gets dark by 4:30. The Winter Solstice -- December 21 -- is around the corner, and proves to be the stingiest, yielding the least sunlight of the year. But beginning December 22, the days will begin to lengthen, and in spite of the arctic blasts that will invade from the most northern fringes of our continent, and the snow that will likely accumulate by the feet, we New Englanders' will find ways to make the weather something to be enjoyed, rather than endured.