…it snowed and snowed and snowed and RAINED today on St. Patrick’s Day 2007 in New Harbor, Maine. I have nothing to complain about and everything to give thanks for…except the flooded basement where the heater is underwater, or was, and now doesn’t provide heat to the house. But then again, the electricity is back on after eight hours of candlelight, a fire in the fireplace, and only the sound of my daughter playing and the rain drumming on the roof. Hmm,mmm was I praising the electricity? We were beginning to cook our corned beef and cabbage in a Dutch Oven hanging from an old crane in the fireplace where meals were once heated 150 years ago. It was fun for a day. I can’t say I’d feel the same way after two or three, days or weeks, without power. Maine still hasn’t lost its romance, however, it is much clearer to me now why Mainers find winter too long, too wet, too muddy, and snow can be left more often than taken.
“Just when we thought it was safe to go out in the sun…”