Outside with Aunties
It is early January and in the hurried planning of meetings and phone calls at work in Rhode Island, I send an email to my aunt Marilyn in midcoast Maine, “Do you want to ski with me on my next visit to Jefferson?”

It is spring and the air is crisp with wind and rain and daffodils. Southern New England requires layers of clothing to adjust to the fluctuating cool to warm to very cold. Some feel the first signs of an awakening earth is the appearance of skunk cabbage – foreign to a child of the north woods. Mud is the signature of their spring.