Springtime fun

Well, it really can't be all work and no play, though there are some that would consider a full day of intense yard work, well, work.  Still, it's hard to look at the results of this and feel that this was not at least some fun.

Of course, even if it is all work, there is the well-earned barbeque afterwards.  Yes, that is a chicken walking by.  At this point, she's just thankful to not be her cousin.

And how to you make a barbeque wicked New England?  Add in some maple!

 

Flashback

So it is the first week of April.  I am back in Western Mass.  And when I was out early this morning, it started snowing!  In April!  This can only mean one thing: I am stuck in a timewarp, I am eleven or so years old, and I am now very, very late for school.

That was the last time this happened.  In fact, back then the snow was even worse.  It was April 1, I was in fifth grade, and my classmates and I all missed April Fool's Day at school because we woke up to so much snow, no one would have been able to have made it in that morning.  Instead, we all drank hot chocolate and went sledding all day.

In fact, never mind.  That was freaking awesome.  Yay April snow!

Snow in March

So this is it!  It is already mid/late March, officially spring, and this is what it is looking like in New England.  I do love winter, but this is a bit much considering it will be April in a little over a week.

One thing is for sure: I take back any complaining I did at the beginning of this winter for there being a lack of snow.  Winter may have come a little late this time around, but once it arrived, it did indeed make itself comfortable.

A Little more winter in New England

Snapped this shot while out hiking with my dog in Western Massachusetts. By this point we had hiked about 3 miles from the house through the woods, then the trail let us out just about here. No matter what you do, your standards for life, beauty, and aesthetics will always be high - perhaps too high - when you grew up in a storybook.

All I want for Christmas

The Natural Habitat of the Liberal Lumberjack

These pictures are from four years ago.

I am trying not to get into the negativity and paranoia surrounding the fact that I have not yet once got out my winter outwear this year or the fact that I am driving around New England this winter so far without sand, a shovel, or a pair of Sorels in my trunk (it's just not right!)

Instead, I am just trying to remain hopeful for the end of December and the rest of winter.

Fingers crossed.