There’s always that point in an Upper Valley winter when you are gripped with a dreadful possibility—spring will never come! There’s just too much snow, too much cold, too much ice, for spring to ever find its way home. The crocuses and daffodils don’t stand a chance.
Emerging from a long winter hibernation can be disorienting. You hole up so long inside the house you nearly forget what the rest of the world beyond your doorstep has to offer. What are these things called sunshine and warmth? Where should I go? What should I do?