February 28, 2022
February 28, 2022
This recent snowstorm reminds me of sledding and skiing on Nashawtuck Hill, about a fifteen-minute walk from home. One year, brother Steve decided to make a snowfort where a high drift of snow had piled up beside the stonewall. All he (and maybe brother Bob) had to do was hollow it out. There was enough room on the front of it to carve out an entryway and a little window. When inside the snowfort, it was possible to see the other sledders and skiers on the hill. We would often stay out there the whole afternoon, then head home as the sunset created soft shades of pink and purple in the deepening blue of the sky.