I have to come clean with you, my six amazing readers. I have a secret that’s been burning a hole inside me like some holey-burny thing.
I love winter.
There – I’ve said it. Please don’t judge me. Please don’t make fun of me. (Or if you do, at least make it fairly sophisticated so I won’t understand you’re mocking me.) I love every single moment of every single winter. I love snow. I love cold weather. I love the bare trees and dormant grass. I love turtlenecks and flannel sheets. I love watching the ever-present rain. I adore, to the Nth degree, watching for snowflakes. I even love the short days and hunkering inside the house when it gets dark at 4:30 in the afternoon.
All of it. It’s awesome.
Why do I love it, you ask? Were you not paying attention? (See list above. ^) I love warm and comfy. I love comfort food, oh… and cooking comfort food, too. And the best thing about the winter? Without a doubt, the best thing EVER?
A Snow Day.
You don’t get Sun Days in the summer. Nor do you get Falling Leaf Days in the autumn. Can you imagine? No. But the anticipation of a Snow Day still makes my heart race and cheeks hurt from smiling. Anytime it’s close to 32 degrees, I’m staring up at the streetlight, hoping for the sight of a delicate flake gently falling to the ground.
We are coming out of a week of very cold temperatures, and the forecast for today included freezing rain. Okay, I’ll admit freezing rain is a pain in the ass no matter how you slice it. But still I popped up this morning and had to sprint to the window to see if the world outside was covered in a silvery, icy coating.
It wasn’t. Dammit. Optimism undaunted, my thoughts turn to willing an Arctic blast to wend its way south and to envelope most of Oregon in a blanket of winter-y goodness. If I concentrate REALLY hard, I’m sure I can make it happen.
Come on – help me. We can DO this!
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*eye roll* I like winter too. I just don’t like to be cold. I run into wardrobe problems when it gets cold. Bundle up so you don’t die in elements. Get someplace. Strip down so you don’t overheat and then carry all your layers around with you trying not to drop anything. Put it all back on for the 23 second dash back to car and heat.
That said, in the summer, I have to bring a hoodie into the grocery store with me because they believe it has to be as cold as the darn tundra in there.
You live in a sauna, girl. And really, we get used to the cold. I don’t even get a jacket unless it’s below freezing.