Snow swirls hypnotically across the windshield as we pick our way through Crawford Notch. And it strikes me... Isn't it odd that we never visit this iconic location in good weather? I suppose "good" is the debatable word. After all, these are the White Mountains of New Hampshire in winter where snow is considered white gold. Toasty-warm during the picturesque drive north (White Mountain National Forest is approximately 3.5 hours from Boston) I can't help but touch the frosty

It seems silly, composing this post when the thermometer recently soared above 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Yet the next “weather-alert,” “blockbuster,” “snowmageddon” storm is likely on its way. How many days until spring? It’s non-stop for me from October through New Year’s. And then…? Nothing. No big holidays or epic decorations. Hardly a cookie to bake. I pondered these sad facts as I gaze out at my yard, a.k.a. the frozen tundra. Spring and summer plantings dormant beneath cru