The meeting house and graveyard look beautiful in the snow. The girls are sledding. So are we.
Here's hoping my writing life picks up where my running life is faltering. It was -11 degrees this morning. The Weather Channel calls that "bitterly cold." When I first moved here, I would have heartily agreed with bitter. But right now I feel thankful that Vermont in winter feels and looks like Vermont in winter.
*pictures by SMB