I’ve been watching the social media posts this past week and wondering if some people have forgotten how to read a calendar. It’s February, which is squarely in the cold part of the year for half the planet. People are complaining that they’re so done with winter, over snow, and sick-of-this-weather.
I’m not sick of this weather. Granted, as fifteen inches of snow fell, my power stayed on, but my woodstove was primed and I know to stockpile water for when the power does drop. In anticipation of a storm that hit Wednesday night, I did my banking, bought my groceries, did the laundry, and then enjoyed several days of solitude and productivity.
I’m still glad there are no bugs. REALLY glad.
I still love how quiet a snowy day is, and the snow ploughs sound like jingle bells to me.
I love how bold the birds become–they’re snitching from the cat feeder on my porch these days.
I like hanging out with my cats. In warm weather, they tend to leave for the barn, the yard, the stream. In cold weather, they take turns hogging the heat exhaust on my computer or napping on top of the fridge.
I love snow days. Love staying home to work on books instead of going to the office or the courtroom.
In summer… fuzzy socks and flannel sweats just don’t have the same appeal. Hot tea doesn’t comfort the same way, and my lambswool/angora blend purple scarf (from Scotland!) must be tucked away with lavender sachets rather than worn perpetually around my neck. In summer, the dogs are miserable and even though the days are longer, the leaves on all the trees make the house darker inside.
When the season changes, I’ll find things to love about spring and summer, but for now, I’m ‘loving well that which I must leave ‘ere long.’
What do you handle easily that seems to flummox other people? What challenges have you sailed through, to your own surprise, or to the surprise of others?
To one commenter, I’ll send a $25 Amazon gift card AND The Scottish Comfort Basket from The Scottish Gourmet (shortbread, clotted cream fudge, tablet–no haggis).