Thursday, February 15, 2007
Sylvia, a family friend from Mexico City, arrived in Vermont for a nice long visit about six hours ahead of the worst New England snowstorm in two years. Yesterday, as the snow blew sideways past our house for sixteen solid hours, she padded around with a pained smile on her lips and horror in her eyes -- the kind of expression one might pose were your host's septic system to violently fail. Today the sun is shining and the field looks like the February shot on a Vermont calendar or maybe a Windham Hill album cover. They don't have that in Mexico City. Then again, they don't have frostbite either, I suppose.