It is a beautiful, sunny day here. The snow had leveled the backyard to the height of the stone table we have out by the pond, with the pond and its five, finned inhabitants completely buried. The temperature has dropped again, from the Sochi-like warmth of the weekend, which compressed the snow a little and turned the road and sidewalks into running rivers. This week’s pending snow-storm has been reduced to a few inches by the local weather people, but we’ll see! Our winters are always un-predictable, guest-wise, as well as meteorologically. This year has gone that way, certainly, with full weekends, slow week-nights, and the occasional storm victims blowing in. We’ve had a great time, with lots of repeat guests staying a night or two just to get away from home, try the hot tubs and sit by the fire.
John Twachtman, an American painter who stood outside on days like this with his canvas and gear, painted this in 1893. This isn’t Tolland, but it sure could be: