Travels Through a Storm Called Denis

Naturally, the weather turns bad and my husband Terry, says, "Let's hit the road." Against my good mother's wishes, who forbade us to leave our cozy farm house to fetch a snow blower for my father, we headed out just as the snow began to fall. And fall it did. Through it all we drove up to Plainfield to run an errand, then to Moosup for the snow blower. We made our way down to Ledyard on another mission, and drove over the river and through the woods to East Lyme to my parents' house. Spending some time to visit and have a bowl of soup, we watched the flakes grow larger and larger, until they looked like butterflies in the sky. Our last stop today before heading to Lisbon was the Colchester house. By the time we arrived home, easily four inches of fresh snow coated the driveway. The horses, standing eagerly by the gate with ice on their whiskers and a disgruntled look in their eyes were brought in one by one to sleep in a warm, dry barn for the night. Not even a storm called Denis would stop my truck driving man from getting 'r done today.

Photos: Top: The house I grew up in.

Second: Ducks in a field at a dairy farm in Ledyard.

Third: Morgan's Vineyard.

Fourth: Snow in the wilderness.

Bottom: Foxwoods.