Stick Season

In Vermont, there is a fifth season that not everyone knows about. It took me a few years before I realized that fall does not naturally slide into winter in these parts. Fall means bright colors of foliage, green grass with just a frosting here and there and some evenings where outdoor work is still possible. Winter begins December 21st or 22nd, I can never remember which, and by then Christmas lights are sparkling everywhere, fireplaces are roaring and snow is thick on the ground. Folks are ready to snuggle in for the duration and accept the daily shovelling, de-icing etc in order to venture out.
Stick season lasts for about four weeks, right around the time we move our clocks back. All color has disappeared, seemingly overnight, leaving lifeless grass and sticks for trees. Night falls early and the sun on the few occasions it breaks through the heavy cloud cover, barely melts the morning frost. It is a bleak time, dreaded by many, most of whom head south for a short respite if not for the whole winter. Some, however welcome this brief period in which to button up the homestead in preparation for winter. Wood must be stacked, storm windows applied and last minute garden chores completed.
Hunters wait all year for stick season. Once here they can begin growing their beards, stocking up on necessities i.e. beer, target practising, tuning their weapon of choice or just allowing their fingers and toes to become accustomed to the cold.
Local businesses also find this time to be of great value. Some close their doors, giving their employees time to rest up for the big rush ahead. Others shorten their hours conserving resources just like squirrels.
I've come to terms more with stick season over time. It is still not my favorite but there are some advantages. For a while the early mornings are lighter when we walk the dogs. Trying to keep my small Yorkie, Lily, in the beam of light to make sure she accomplishes her task has been challenging. She wears a little flashing beacon, much like one of those disco balls of the 70s but once under the ferns, even that doesn't help. Few visitors are in town and there are more parking spaces available and more time to chat with those remaining locals. I like that! My satellite reception is better now all the leaves are off the trees. I like that! Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday, is coming soon. But that is it.