It’s good to see that nature can still surprise us—good or bad. The snow this morning, perhaps not totally unexpected if you are someone who believes weather forecasters, is one of the reasons I personally love New England. I feel as if I am a different person every season, the best and most obvious is the first breath of warm Spring air. It’s just such a contrast to the visible white puff of breath you may have seen the morning before. Just last week I gloried in the fact that the leaves were still green—we often get them changing in late August when a summer has been extremely dry. This morning they were orange and white; that’s not something you see that often when you realize that the odds are maybe 14 out of 365 once a year. We learn early in our life about the change of seasons, and we learn to anticipate and to prepare. But then, there always are surprises.
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