It is one of the great wonders to me why many  people who live in New England don’t like the snow.

I get that it certainly disrupts the regular hum of life, but so do many other things that do not leave such beauty in their wake.

I get that it is accompanied by cold temperatures, but most of us are lucky to watch it from warm snuggly homes and even better yet , in front of a roaring fire.

I get that shoveling is hard work, but personally I relish getting my cardio outside instead of on a treadmill, you can’t beat the views.

Maybe it is because I garden that I love the snow.  Seeing the splendor of the winter garden with all its exposed shapes and forms and knowing the plants are all asleep for a time giving me a chance to take it all in without feeling compelled to work.

Maybe it is because I knit that I look forward to winter. During a cold snap I will happily curl up at night with squishy wool and needles and make something useful

Maybe it’s because these guys love it so much that I can’t help but be compelled to share their  delight .

We ventured out to the Clark Art Institute last weekend and I came home with this postcard of Camille Pissaro’s ” Piette’s House at Montfoucault” to put on the bulletin board above my desk . We have had less snow than normal this year and I missed the white winter landscape of  January February.

On the way we drove through some amazing scenery in the western and mountainous part of our state. We did not stop to take pictures  except for one…..

seems the ultimate irony  to live in a place called Florida  that looks like this , although honestly it is the only Florida i would ever consider living in.