Winter woes and my favorite things
Even the hens are a bit confused. Snow didn’t come until Christmas and now — three weeks into January — it’s a melted memory. Believe it or not, we had a couple of 65-degree days last week. My winter of ’13 memory will be that I slept with a window open on a balmy January night.
This week I’ve seen Canada geese flying south AND north. The kids spotted robins a couple of days ago. It’s a bit bizarre but on the other hand, it could be -10 and snowing and blowing. So I’m not complaining, please don’t get me wrong. I’m just … caught in limbo between the mud-winter-mud season we’re having here in Ohio.
I’ll tell you who is enthused by these seasonal surprises …
The man who cuts, splits and chops the wood around here. He’s mighty pleased with these mid-30s temperatures because we don’t require large amounts of wood to keep the house warm. On the other hand, it’s hard to cut firewood when you can’t get into the woods due to wet, soggy conditions.
No matter the winter weather, I still require a hot fire to keep my toes warm. I don’t like a chill in my indoor air. Anything colder than 69 degrees and I’m frigid. Except of course when I’m steaming mad or flashing hot. In such instances I create my own hot air.
Anyway, thanks to this year’s mild winter (so far!) we haven’t used nearly as much wood as we normally might. And that’s a blessing in disguise and a break for my hard-working, wood-chopping husband.
On the other hand, sunshine is scarce this time of year and the hillsides are pale and somber and lethargic. The springs are wet and the water’s running and that’s a good thing … but there’s mud everywhere and the lane has lost most of its gravel. Not so good.
Surely it will snow again soon, though. And then kids and grownups around here can get back to doing what they do best when cabin fever strikes and they’re stuck with each other in the dead of winter … go outside to play the only way they know how. Until then, we’ll try to remember some poignant words from my son (who was singing in the bathtub at the top of his lungs!):