You might have heard, we've had some snow here in New England. Boston gets the publicity, and probably should, because that's where the population is dense-ist. (And I mean that in body-per-acre sense). But our corner of New Hampshire is, literally, in the corner that Massachusetts makes so that they "get" Newburyport Township. The snow IS beautiful, and quiet. At first. I am pretty tired of it by now, and some piles of same are turning a nasty, ugly brown from churned up dirt, sand and salt. Puppy, our cat, is an indoor cat. But even she was perplexed at the view she had out of the back door. Usually she can see the far end of the yard, trees, our deck, and the red, waist high railing that runs around the deck. I'm quite sure SHE couldn't see the railing any more. I hope it doesn't get buried completely.
Latitude, Longitude: 42 51.9' N, 71 02.5' W) we are at means that the front of the house is in shade by about two in the afternoon. It's a little bit brighter, longer on the South side of the house, but after about three thirty, the trees block the sun. (Again, not so noticeable when there IS sun and a blue sky.) Sunset today was at 4:11 pm.
We probably could use an expert to dig out our patio table, umbrella and chairs. Smart New Englanders put these things away at the end of summer. I was so hoping summer would last longer (and it was actually pretty nice though New Year's) that I got caught flat-footed in January.
Now we've all heard of Cabin Fever. I thought I had Cabin Plague. Or something. But you know, even if it is "only" Seasonal Affective Disorder, I'm starting my only program to prevent (or treat) depression. If you've got sunshine, celebrate. If not, make your own, and stay away from the left-over Super Bowl Treats!