Vermont is my home state and my mother still lives in the house where I grew up. I love going to visit my mother and treasure time spent in the state where the air smells sweet, the landscape rarely changes and I can still name all the wild flowers in the woods and fields. No matter what time of year, Vermont is always beautiful.
My last visit was just a few weeks ago. I had hoped to be there for the fall foliage, but the week I chose to go was Oct. 28th through Nov. 4th. Too late for changing leaves. Too early for snow. Or so I thought.
I arrived in the middle of the night on the last JetBlue flight from JFK. Our wonderful neighbors of over 50 years picked me up in Burlington and drove me to Barre where we live on a dead-end dirt road with beautiful mountain views, open pastures and a constant breeze. Mom had waited up for me, as she always does. With the three hour time change from California, it’s not hard for me to stay up until 2 am, and Mom is a night-owl by nature.
The big topic of conversation in Vermont is always the weather. The spring floods had been replaced with the stories of devastation from Hurricane Irene. The signs of destruction are still evident, as it takes a long time to replace roads and bridges and homes. However on the day that I arrived the biggest news was the impending “Nor-easter” that would dump 20 inches of snow on states south of us. How much snow would we get in Vermont? Could anyone remember having snow on Halloween? The newscasters were having a grand time with statistics and predictions.
Mom and I made up a list of our favorite foods and treats. I drove the two miles to the grocery store and stocked up. We were cozy and happy to be cocooned inside. A snow storm for Halloween would be just fine with us!