Mind you, I love New England.
I really do.
New England is
interesting.
How so? I hear you ask.
Well -- as one example, here in northern New England, we have
six seasons.
Four of them are pretty common most everywhere, but the other two are somewhat peculiar.
In order, the six are:
Spring
Summer
Autumn
Winter
Mud Season
Black Fly Season
Guess which season's
just getting underway?
(looks like something Norman Rockwell might have painted -- one day if he were in a particularly grouchy mood)
Photos of our (dirt) road, taken yesterday.
In full disclosure, I am
thrilled to say that the town road crew appeared early this morning with a grader and a couple of big dump trucks full of material to do some mitigation.
They
are pretty good, but there are quite few of unpaved roads in town, so they're
busy these days.
Maintaining unpaved roads is like painting a (long) bridge -- it's a task that never ends.
