Snow is rare in Woods Hole. The confluence of Gulf Stream waters that surround us keep it warmer here than other places. Last winter it snowed only once!
And so it is special indeed to wake up to a frosting like the one inch we received last night. Add that our Red Chair is back after months and months traveling all over New England and yes, you guessed it, despite my winter cold I threw on boots, wool hat and finger mittens this morning to catch the (already melting!) snow in bright light.
The wind was howling so hard out on Stoney Beach that it knocked the chair right over, more than once. And crunch crunch crunching over the hoary ice on the golf course made me nervous that I might slip down one of those slick hills like the kids I heard squealing with delight on sleds. My nose was running and my cheeks starting to match the chair when I finally stumbled back home to the Inn. But without further adieu, here is my photo essay of Woods Hole in winter with my friend, the Red Chair….