As I write to you here, my first hive post, the wind whistles willingly through the 19th century houses that line the rising hill of Pearl Street. Inside this 1851 home, I sit cosy with a freshly made cup of tea and the steady sounds of the burner humming softly from the basement. My husband and I have been here visiting family in Vermont since late December and are long awaiting a heavy fall of snow, though it is due tomorrow! Despite temperatures that could freeze dew upon the tip of my nose in an instant, we are yet to experience snow drifts and milk white skies full of storm but are much looking forward to it. Here are some photos of a wintery walk along the Dog River this morning.
