Today's the kind of day I live for here in Vermont; sunny, warm, buds showing their tiny red and green faces. I even welcome all the creepy flying things.
It is such a surge of overall happiness that I always question why I live where winter scourges my very soul more time out of the year
than not. Granted there are a few wondrous days in January when the snow is still pristine white draped upon low hanging branches, but it gets old
when the black slush eventually takes back the snow banks. Nothing beats a springtime sun reaquainting itself with my face.
That is when I know, it is for that very reason I love it here. Each summer day is a treat, fleeting and temporary, taken back each October even more quickly than
returned in spring. For that it each day is truly appreciated.