It's just about as miserable a day as one could ever hope for here in Vermont. It snowed this morning and it's drizzling rain now. Damp, dreary, cold, but the woodstoves are going and we're about to start to get ready to commence to begin decorating our tree.
The tree this year came from a tree farm in Shaftsbury; about a mile and a half from the middle of nowhere. It's up and the lights are on it. That's it. Things are going to progress here shortly. I just have to go out to my shop (man cave) and turn off the heat. I have two end tables that I've poly'd and they're drying.
Days like this are good for the head. It's not a bad thing to hunker down, safe and sound from the elements. It allows us to reflect on how lucky we are that we're not deer and have to sleep under a spruce tree in hopes of keeping dry. It always could be worse....
This blog is to give you folks a little better understanding of the world through the eyes of an old Vermonter. We do things differently here. We live differently. We think differently. Just like you.
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