We drove to the far north (2 hours away) this morning and the thought crossed my mind that there were a lot of cars on the road this Saturday morning and where could all these people be racing to on a Saturday morning when it was -6 degrees and the high would only reach +4. I could only partially answer my own question. We were on our way to our granddaughter's sixth birthday party. A very good excuse, I would say to myself, for leaving our cozy home and fire to drive 2 hours each way. The thing about getting out and driving is that it inevitably changes your perspective. I know that Vermont is beautiful but today seeing it with the snow laden pine trees and the brilliant white peaks catching the morning light I just felt so renewed and blessed even as I looked at the frigid temperature displayed one the dashboard. It was like seeing it for the first time. I am normally not fond of chaotic kids birthday parties, but this one was a lot of fun. The kids were really well behaved and the star of the party handled all the attention with grace and generosity. There wasn't any squealing until the last few minutes which was particularly surprising as there were a lot of six year old girls there chasing each other around the house. On the way home it started to snow and the sun got very hazy and almost orange casting warmth over the snow and emphasizing the blue shadows. It warmed my heart and reminded me that my spirit needed that kind of warmth to go along with the mittens, scarf, boots, leg warmers and down jacket. Go Figure!
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