I love, love winter. I know, I live in Florida but it’s true. I adore, adore cold weather. I lived many of my formative years right outside Washington D.C. and there are truly changes of scenery there. We had nice fall color changes and snow days, the thing kids love the most. Yes, in Florida, we had hurricane days but those are NOT nearly as fun. I mean, really, if you had a choice between making snow angels, skating on the frozen pond behind the house, and sledding downhill versus sweating, dragging downed tree limbs (and maybe sawing up a fallen very large tree) and sitting in the dark with no electricity, which would you pick? Can you say “no brainer?”
Maybe I like winter so much because I was born in this season.
I was lucky enough to spend some time in England and Scotland earlier this year and it was quite brisk there. I was eating it up. Now, here, where I live, this week, it’s 70s and humid and muggy and generally blech. Merry Christmas from the land of heat waves- it’s enough to make a person into a grinch. Almost.