I always loved that ancient carol when I was a kid. We just had two weeks of on-again, off-again snow, and it looks like we'll get some more, at least another week of it. The map-reading finals for Intro to CLE were interesting as a result, and I got to wear my new Duofold for more days than was healthy or smelled good.
But school is out (yippee) and so Aimee and I are hunkering down at the Womerlippi Farm. The best thing to do with snow is hunker down, and hunkering properly, with wood stoves and bean soups and so on, is actually one of the benefits of living in New England. These are last year's shots of the winter farm, with some of the old trucks that we inherited from generations of Great Farm folks, now recycled.
The Womerlippi Farm is actually a 15.5 acre (3.5 acres owned, 12 leased) fragment of the ancient 2,000 acre Great Farm of Jackson, founded 1806. That's old for these parts. Jackson was a howling wilderness in 1806, populated primarily by Moose and occasional Abenaki Indians. There was no great fish river like the Penobscot, so the Abenaki had no permanent settlements here, but there would have been winter moose camps in the area.
This link goes to a history of "The Wrights of Jackson, Maine" by Robert Lindsey, with details of the Great Farm period I found on the web. You can also visit the site where we keep a farm diary here. Enjoy the snow, if you have it.
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