Comments on: I’m going to step out into the storm…

By: Ymar Sakar

Ymar Sakar — Sun, 11 Feb 2018 03:11:40 +0000

It’s the supermoon light weather.

By: charles

charles — Fri, 09 Feb 2018 01:18:36 +0000

Neo (and Gringo)! Thank you for that – you really put a smile on my face.

By: Mike K

Mike K — Thu, 08 Feb 2018 19:51:14 +0000

in late February and march was sugaring season.

During my year in New Hampshire, I helped my next door neighbor (We each had 5 acres) with sugaring because I wanted to see how it was done. He was a great guy and it was a lot of fun.

By: Mike K

Mike K — Thu, 08 Feb 2018 19:49:02 +0000

There are two seasons in New England, winter and the Fourth of July

You forgot “Mud.” That starts about January and continues intermittently until May

By: Dennis

Dennis — Thu, 08 Feb 2018 18:50:32 +0000

Early in my career as a forester here in Montana I spent much of my time cruising timber. Winter was the best. You could snowshoe over the brush rather than fight through it and I remember times that you could stand still and hear the snow hissing down through the trees.
I was brought up in Northern New York and the “mud season” in late February and march was sugaring season. Warm days and freezing nights, the smell of wood smoke from the evaporators. Wonderful.
I have always felt that the calendar seasons were wrong. Spring, for me is when the buttercups bloom and the Redwings come back; summer starts with the lilac bloom and ends with the first frost in September. fall runs from first frost to Thanksgiving and the day after that winter is here.
Even at my age I wouldn’t be comfortable without the seasons.

By: neo-neocon

neo-neocon — Thu, 08 Feb 2018 18:39:52 +0000

Mike K:

That saying of your wife parallels a New England saying that goes like this: There are two seasons in New England, winter and the Fourth of July.

By: Mike K

Mike K — Thu, 08 Feb 2018 17:16:04 +0000

Spring will just be a date on the calendar.

My wife says there are two seasons in California, summer and Christmas.

I lived a year in New Hampshire while I went back to college after retiring. I was at Dartmouth and rented a house in Lyme, along the Lyme road. It was gorgeous and my kids all came back at holidays to spend them with me. I have movies of them sledding and ice skating at my neighbor’s pond.

I was single at the time and might have stayed if a grant application had been funded. It wasn’t and I returned to California. It was 26 below Thanksgiving morning but I still loved it.

I grew up in Chicago and the snow was so often dirty after a day. The snow in New Hampshire stayed clean for weeks. It wasn’t just that I could stay in and watch it. I was going to class every day. Had the grant come through, I might have stayed, as they offered me a job.

Instead, I went back to CA, got back together with my wife after 25 years and we have moved to Arizona, which is easier as you get older.

By: Tuvea

Tuvea — Thu, 08 Feb 2018 14:03:44 +0000

I have always lived in the dysfunctional State of Illinois. With its high taxes and corrupt politicians. Have about 3 inches of snow now with another 6-12 on the way tonight.

We are still here for one reason. Family.

The majority of our immediate and extended families are both here in Northeastern Illinois. Unless they move we’ll likely stay put. ( perhaps we’re part Russian and love the misery? )

By: Ed Bonderenka

Ed Bonderenka — Thu, 08 Feb 2018 11:55:50 +0000

Now that I own a vehicle that will get me to work through massive snowstorms, without the threat of a breakdown stranding me, I can appreciate the snow more than in my youth.
Poetry was spoken of mud, but I’ve always equated late February with frozen mud, a desolation.
No white, no green, no promise.

By: DownUnder

DownUnder — Thu, 08 Feb 2018 10:31:44 +0000

My favourite non-family memories of Massachusetts are walking in snow during storms. The snow crunches underfoot and the cars creep by very slowly, because there’s no traction yet. It’s otherwise silent and the falling snowflakes swirl in the lamplight.

However, after six years of shovelling wet snow and commuting two hours each way at 10 mph, I moved to Australia and don’t miss the snow at all. I spend Dec-Jan putting on sunscreen instead of layers.