Took this Christmas Eve shot earlier this afternoon along Burlington’s sun-splashed, springlike Lake Champlain waterfront. I remember non-white Christmases like this back when I first lived here in 1979 and on through the 1980s. Not good for the ski industry, eh?
But winter appeared to roar back and last year I had to get studded tires for the bicycle for the first time ever...before Christmas!
And this year, for the first time in decades, this blogger is going to spend Christmas outside Vermont. Heading out on Christmas Day for Santa Fe, New Mexico. That's where sister Maureen the painter lives.
Haven’t been there in thirty years.
Heck, haven’t even flown in 15!
Just been kind of hiding out in Vermont.
Nothing wrong with that, eh?