Brewster Meadows

Welcome back! Last week when I first started writing this entry I said, "It’s quiet here at Brewster Meadows. The snow has returned and blanketed everything in sparkling stillness. We had some cold weather by Vermont standard, but were still able to get out and do some snow shoeing and x-country skiing." 

Today is anything but quiet. THe snow is trying to fall, but the winds are keeping lots of the snow airborne. THe weather forcasters predicted 12 - 14 inches. I think it has to land and stay put before it counts. BUT, we are getting snow, so when things settle down we will be out playing in it!  If you are interested in skiing info, go to Smuggler's Notch and get their snow/trail report. 

I thought I'd get this written and posted today, since I think we'll be at Smuggs tomorrow!!

The Christmas decorations are down, and with Blizzard’s help have been put away to be taken out another year.

Our amaryllis, a gift from Deborah's sister,  has bloomed twice showing us its majestic colors and is now resting comfortably. Of course, Andrew had to get into the act. There is Ferdinand and the flowers and Andrew and Amaryllis.

One of the most spectacular days for a long time was Tuesday. I’m not sure if it was in anticipation of the upcoming events at noon in our Nation’s Capital or just a remarkably peaceful day here in the meadow. When we returned from a quick errand, we noticed that “someone” had been walking across our meadow. We donned snowshoes and went out the see who our visitor was. One of the many deer, that make our woods their home. 

We continued our snowshoe trek arriving back at the house as the dignitaries were arriving at the capital. I suspect that we continue to take pictures, because we can’t believe the beauty that surrounds us. Nothing that I write could compete with some of these shots. 

Often we have winds that blow the snow from the trees, but this time it was still and peaceful. 

These two reminded me of cotton balls and I thought they should be photographed. 

As we walk along the meadow’s fence line we often see tracks in the snow, or beautiful plays of sunlight through the trees and shadows that dance along in the snow before us. 

When we leave the meadow and enter the trail, it becomes a magical place. We did some trail straightening this past summer and so have both snowshoe and x-country trails. This picture is our version of ‘Where’s Deborah?” 

While I am enjoying x-country skiing more than I have in several years, Deborah has been heading to the slopes to renew and polish her down hill skiing techniques. Of course, when the day is done, the sunlight is fading, and a warm fire is dancing in the fireplace, it is time for a refreshing and satisfying nap with the watchcat ever alert! 

It’s hard to believe that the seed catalogs have begun to arrive heralding the arrival of spring – in a couple of months. Until then, we would like the offer an invitation to come visit us in our little peaceful corner of the world. And  as with walks on the trail, we start at the house and end at the house.