I’m sitting at my kitchen table with my baby girl wrapped up on my chest half-asleep. It has been snowing all day and I have a general feeling of hygge left over from the fantastic weekend spent with my husband and child. I sat down with the intention of creating goals for my blog that I would not publish: it feels embarrassing to set goals that I may not achieve. Then, of course, the teacher in me piped up and gave me the usual failure-is-a-learning-experience talk, and here I am.
When I was a child in Vermont, I thought spring started in March. Each year, the weather would frustrate and depress me as the outdoors stayed gray, wet, desperately cold, and generally icky. It was not until college that I realized spring is a fleeting moment, beginning at the end of April—if we’re lucky—and ending just a few short weeks later. These five-month-long winters are one of Vermont’s infamous realities, yet herald skiing, ice fishing, and maple syrup. People who live here are often uncomfortable; we tend to be too hot in the summers and too cold in the winters. Still, there is something about the dramatic changes in season, the casual lifestyle, and the emphasis on outdoor play that enchants Vermonters. Indeed, despite the five months of cold, snow, and darkness, Vermont is frequently listed as one of the happiest states in the U.S.