December 27th 2017

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The temperatures tonight are expected to approach -20 Fahrenheit. The coldest it’s gotten at my house, while I’ve been here, is -35; though it might have gotten colder during my teen-aged years elsewhere in Vermont. All in all, we’re having a true New England winter—startling, beautiful and unforgiving.
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December 26th 2017

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wings
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Another several inches fell last night. We’ve already had nearly as much snow as the last two winters combined. With the icy nights arriving, none of the snow is melts from the trees. The mountains are beautiful—green pines shimmering under layers of snow and the black trees glitter.
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December 23rd 2017

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bent
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The walk over the brook back of the house, and out to the barn.
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A little piece of our house, the original old barn that later became the connector between the original farmhouse, left, and the larger barn, right. The barn later turned into a second house. This is the way Vermont houses grow over a hundred years and more.
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And an abandoned house a little ways south of us. There’s something in me that imagines secretly putting a Christmas tree in the house and lighting it up on Christmas Eve, as if to give the house a little memory of what it once meant to a family.
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And a look through the window into the kitchen. You can see some shelves with bottles still on them.
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