Welcome to a small time in Saratoga Springs, N.Y.
This photo is deceiving. I almost feel guilty for putting it up there. This is not what it currently looks like outside the window. Well, there is sun. I'll give you that. But beautiful snow-stuck trees and white ground there is not. It is a brown and gray world outside. Goldfinches? Brown. Squirrels? Grey. The ground is brown and the bark is gray and February ain't all hearts and pink, folks. It's a dull drab world out there.
Philadelphia and D.C. have gotten a double down comforter equivalent of the white stuff. It's kind of embarassing. I guess I classify as an upstate New Yorker by now...and I almost feel as if part of our pride has been stripped away by this lack of precipitation. We have no winter identity to lay claim to, no back-breaking shovel stories, no need for the four wheel drive, no beer cans stuck in snow banks. We don't even have an inch. This winter, it's not about having to dig out so much as having to stick it out. Maybe Tuesday.
Anyway, welcome to the blog. I started it so that I could write. I started it so that I could pursue crazy things like bread and backyard chickens without getting ahead of myself or losing track of time. I started it so that I could laugh and cry and enjoy this place like crazy. It's the country life in the city.