There’s an old saying that goes, “If you don’t like the weather in New England, just wait a minute.”
Two days ago, I snowshoed up Mt. Snow in Vermont under a gently, but steadily, falling snow.
Yesterday, I took the same snowshoe route up the mountain under clouds and mild air, only to snowshoe back down and find myself in slush and a freezing rain.
Today, back in my corner of Connecticut, I went for a run under sunny skies with temps in the mid-50’s. Shorts. T-shirt. Sunglasses. Sunscreen. Sure, I still ran alongside massive snowbanks (those suckers aren’t melting any time soon), but…but…Shorts! T-Shirt! Sunglasses! SUNSCREEN!
New England, you are one crazy, temperamental bitch.
No wonder I love you so much.