Back in the day, about 100 years back, this hill hosted the Winter Carnival. You wouldn’t know it now, but people came by the train load from as far as Boston & Worcester to take part. There were local hotels and inns for lodging, all gone now, some lost to fires.
It was a different time, no better, no worse than now. The hill still hosts sledding and has been set aside from development, but people’s tastes changed, train lines fell out of use and the carnival ceased to be. Cars allowed people to held to larger places to ski, and many of those places have ceased to operate as people have preferred ski resorts. It is the relentless march of time and trends.
Morning sun and twilight glow. The view from the old house and the new. Much has changed, but the snow falls the same. There is much to commend each of the views. One gives solitude, the other a feel of community.
Now that the first big snowstorm is behind us, and the warm up needed to get the roofs clear, we can continue the trek towards winter. The holidays are rising on the horizon requiring a third trip to the local bookstore to grab just a couple more gifts. Now to wrap and ship as needed to get them there in time for Christmas. I am also still mailing out and delivering calendars, though the numbers aren’t dropping as quickly as I had hoped. Part of me is looking to 2020 and the other part trying to finish 2019’s housekeeping before moving onto the new year. A whole new decade unfurling ahead of us. There is much to do before year slips around the bend and out of sight.
There is much to love in the winter. The crisp, fresh air that tickles your nose. The crunch of the snow underfoot, the play of light across a field. It helps make up for the heavy shoveling, cold fingers and slippery roads.
Mid January and there is little snow on the ground, the air is feels sharp on the skin. I have not been out except to scurry from one pint to the next. I can feel that the sun is stronger and see the change in the angle as it comes through the windows. I do not mind January days, there is more variety in them than many think.
I have been unable to get back to this bog recently. Given the amount of rain we have had the past few months hiking along boardwalks laid on the bog seems fraught with too much risk for me. But I have been there many other seasons to enjoy the varied views and marvel over the uniqueness of the spot. There are wide views and intimate ones that greet the hiker at each turn. Hopefully, once the ground really freezes I can get there over the winter after a snow to take in the quiet and timelessness.