<%image(20051215-arlington winter.jpg|142|98|arlintonvtcoveredbridge)%> ka-chunk, ka-chunk, wirr wirr wirr wirr wirrr, varoooom. That was the sound my car made yesterday morning when I started it up. I have never heard such noises emanate from a motor vehicle. My Pennsylvania car was not pleased with our day that dipped below zero. The tape deck didn’t work, so I couldn’t enjoy my book on tape. Vermont Public Radio plays classical music in the morning and afternoon, so my morning routine was disrupted. I shiverred most of the way to work in my speeding ice box. “What are you doing to me???” screamed my car as I revved up the hills and cranked up my feeble heat. It was new and shocking. I was really, really cold.
And nevertheless, I survived my first day below zero. I know that readers from Canada and other countries with cold temperatures will think I’m a wimp. That’s OK. I’m not used to this cold weather. I assure you that I avoided being outside if at all possible and rejoiced when I heard that even in the middle of January it will not get much colder than this. Oh, thank goodness!
So far I have learned that Southwest Vermont is the mildest part of Vermont. Some even call it the Banana Belt. Many locals have affirmed that this is true. I don’t need temperatures lower than -10 and snow accumulations higher than 2 feet to enjoy my winter. Oddly enough, Southeast Vermont, just accross the Green Mountain range that runs north to south, has more snow and colder temperatures. Phew, I thank God for his mercy. He really does know how much we can handle.