The snow started while we were in the emergency room, and there was a decent coating on the highway by the time we were speeding our way home. More than a few people on the roads in March, in Vermont, is still winter. So, even though the mountains were suddenly resplendent with fresh powder, today I was more than happy to be home, away from the rest of the world, cocooned under a blanket of spring snow.
Picking My Battles 