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What a winter we had, one we’ll be talking about for the rest of our lives!
At the beginning of all the snowstorms, I was feeling like everyone else, oppressed and possibly even a little depressed. But somewhere along the way, something changed. I got used to this new world and way of life, and I kind of liked it.
The land and landscape were very beautiful, and with fresh snow every other day, it was white and pretty a good part of the time. There was so much to see and marvel at: snow falling softly and steadily, how MUCH there was, familiar bushes and fences that disappeared, and then – the ocean froze. Once before, in the early 2000’s, I was living on Wings Neck during a particularly cold winter, and I watched Buzzards Bay freeze. I never knew that when wavelets changed from moving to not moving, they froze as wavelets.
But this winter, everything froze, Vineyard Sound and Buzzards Bay, and for weeks. Then there were actual ice floes floating around in the distance where the ocean had defrosted. The Coast Guard broke the ice day after day, to keep the ferries between Woods Hole and the Vineyard going. But the rest of it? Kids went out onto the frozen ocean, played games, ice skated for goodness’ sake – on the ocean!! Looked back at land while standing on the ocean…
For sure, just as my generation still talks about what they did during the Blizzard of ’78 (which, in my case, included walking on a shutdown Route 128 and dragging a sled to the grocery store every day to get a rationed gallon of milk), kids will talk about the experience of the Winter of 2015 for the rest of their lives.
But now, Winter 2015 has melted away. Like many things in life, there were trade-offs: too much snow, but incredible beauty. I’m sure that you, like me, are looking forward to the seasons ahead with just a bit more appreciation than usual. Go, daffodils![/fusion_builder_column][/fusion_builder_row][/fusion_builder_container]