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		<title>By: BJ</title>
		<link>http://www.newagrarian.com/2009/01/27/midwinters-lament/#comment-48</link>
		<dc:creator>BJ</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 18:06:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>isnt it time for a pre-spring lament?</description>
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		<title>By: zooms</title>
		<link>http://www.newagrarian.com/2009/01/27/midwinters-lament/#comment-38</link>
		<dc:creator>zooms</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 22:40:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Living where I do now, I can afford to be nostalgic about snow, the delight at being 'home' when it falls, as opposed to journeying home through it and praying to reach that destination, of dry wood and hot soup, of a full larder and hot chocolate , of children and snow men. Three solid weeks of tropical rain in what should be dry season, 69' F and I reach for my fleece...
As a 'new' agrarian, I so enjoy your blog and website, and I hope that your snow is the kind that keeps you home and indoors with all of the above and inspires words that spill effortlessly from your shovelless haven to my sunless abode.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Living where I do now, I can afford to be nostalgic about snow, the delight at being &#8216;home&#8217; when it falls, as opposed to journeying home through it and praying to reach that destination, of dry wood and hot soup, of a full larder and hot chocolate , of children and snow men. Three solid weeks of tropical rain in what should be dry season, 69&#8242; F and I reach for my fleece&#8230;<br />
As a &#8216;new&#8217; agrarian, I so enjoy your blog and website, and I hope that your snow is the kind that keeps you home and indoors with all of the above and inspires words that spill effortlessly from your shovelless haven to my sunless abode.</p>
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		<title>By: Wayne</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 12:29:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We still receive instructions about how to dress, with grave admonishments to avoid travel if possible. But that's TV local news.  Mostly I think we New Englanders complain only about the very first storm, and then the last straggling outbursts of snow, at the end of the season, when spring seems so close. Otherwise, we're grimly resigned to winter. Even the old man across the street doesn't complain about the shoveling, and insists on helping us finish off our driveway after we've helped finish off his. Forced cheerfulness between neighbors indeed (except for my son, who is preternaturally cheerful about everything, including working outside in the cold).</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We still receive instructions about how to dress, with grave admonishments to avoid travel if possible. But that&#8217;s TV local news.  Mostly I think we New Englanders complain only about the very first storm, and then the last straggling outbursts of snow, at the end of the season, when spring seems so close. Otherwise, we&#8217;re grimly resigned to winter. Even the old man across the street doesn&#8217;t complain about the shoveling, and insists on helping us finish off our driveway after we&#8217;ve helped finish off his. Forced cheerfulness between neighbors indeed (except for my son, who is preternaturally cheerful about everything, including working outside in the cold).</p>
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