While I’m thinking about it, twice now (well, at least once but I think twice) Adam over at Boston Online has referred to me as “a true New Englander”. Well, I am. I’ve never lived outside of New England. I am 10th generation New Englander. But I think it’s funny that he’s referred to me this way twice. I need to start acting the part. Maybe I’ll grow cranberries in the backyard. It is pretty wet on the other side of the fence. I’d have to cut down a lot of trees, though, because most of the bogs I’ve seen were out in the open. The water levels may have had something to do with it, though.
So the true New Englander in me has to go put on her winter coat, scarf, hat and mittens on this the 10th day of March because with the wind chill it’s 8 degrees outside. Lovely. I swear, I’ve never seen a winter like this.