On a morning walk in March, I passed a hayfield where the spring melt had begun, leaving the tracks of snow machines still frozen in the snow. Folks from New England will most likely recognize this sight, while those from warmer climates might wonder at the title.
On a morning walk in March, I passed a hayfield where the spring melt had begun, leaving the tracks of snow machines still frozen in the snow. Folks from New England will most likely recognize this sight, while those from warmer climates might wonder at the title.