It's been called prejudice, but it's loathing, and nothing is unreasoning or illogical about it. I came by the loathing step by step, day by day, and experience by experience.
I'm posting this as part of Fandango's Flashback Friday. Originally published on April 2 of last year:
In posts I've described the early New England Spring, but here is a video of the experience:
New England Spring - it ain't for the faint of heart.
For many years the middle of February meant trotting off into the woods south of Boston for an annual winter hike in the snow.
A botanist assured me once that even here in New England, some flower is in bloom in every month of the year.
Find a warm berth in some shoreside cafe, get a mug of coffee, and watch the inevitable.
I learned about berry bowls my first fall in Maine. Some friends invited me to go searching for the makings.
I have found that neighbors seek to "borrow" wood when the power goes out, and their heat is non-existent, and that family cheerfully visit on snowy days, stuff themselves with goodies, and hog the fire. But, stack wood? Nope.
...I said goodbye the next morning, and we ended one world to begin another.