It’s right about this time of year that some of us begin to wonder why we ever thought it was a good idea to live in Vermont in the first place: Two weeks after Christmas and three more months of wintry weather to come.
Couldn’t God have just skipped January (and maybe November) and given us only the shocking green of spring, the lazy warmth of summer, and the gold of autumn?
Sure, we’ll take a few weeks of late winter thrown in there for good measure, complete with longer days and fresh maple syrup.
But as for January? A lot of us would just as soon hit the fast-forward button.