Today is March 28th. We are four days away from April. March and April are spring months, right? Wrong. At least when you live in New England...and especially Vermont. Instead of sunshine and grass and maybe some spring flowers poking through the soil, we have gray skies, rain, wind, multiple feet of dirty snow covering the ground, and not a blade of grass to be seen anywhere.
Don't get me wrong, I like snow. I love snow. When it's Christmastime. From November to about February, I am all for snow. But when it's almost April I am no longer snow's biggest fan. Additionally, I don't have any winter hobbies to keep me busy. Don't ask me how I've lived in Vermont for almost all of my life and not picked up a winter activity. I don't know. The closest I've gotten is skiing once during my freshman year of college and this past winter having my boyfriend strap me to his sister's snowboard and essentially push me down the big hill in my front yard. I actually did have a lot of fun with that (surprisingly, that was not sarcasm), but this hasn't been an ongoing activity to keep me entertained for the Vermont winters that last at the very least six months.
So now it sounds like I strongly dislike Vermont, but despite all my ranting and raving and complaining, that is far from the truth. I only wish that its seasons were more evenly distributed throughout the year. Six months, if not more, of winter does not leave much time for spring, summer, and fall.
No, but really, Vermont is beautiful and I love it.
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