“ Just to live in New England in winter is a full-time job; you don’t have to ‘do’ anything. The idle pursuit of making-a-living is pushed to one side, where it belongs, in favor of living itself, a task of such immediacy, variety, beauty, and excitement that one is powerless to resist its wild embrace.” —E.B. White, A Report in January, 1958 Sadly, the weather that Mr. White described in his essay hasn’t materialized around these parts this winter. We had a couple batches of snow early in the season, but since then there hasn’t been much at all, certainly nothing you could describe as “wild.”