I love winter as much as the next guy. Possibly more. My husband is home and relaxed, and we get to enjoy each other's company. It's true, I'm not into winter sports (ever since that unfortunate broken butt 10 or so years ago), but I am a world class, champion at being a hermit. We have been holed up for months it seems. And we love it. But I find myself starting to itch for warmer weather. Just a little warmer...
We have had a foot of snow on the ground for a month now. It has been below 32 degrees since Christmas (mostly below 10 that whole time, I think it's only gotten to double digits two or three times). We haven't really minded since we've been lounging next to a cozy fire for the past month. But truth be told, it has been a cold, long winter. And now that we have alpacas and chickens living with us, that takes on a whole new meaning.
But today, it was just ridiculous. It was below 32 degrees (although it warmed up to a balmy 27), and yet it was raining all morning. So what does that give us? One big, life-sized ice rink, that's what. The roads, luckily, were not bad. But every parking lot and driveway was solid ice. Yes, I did fall when we went out to lunch. Luckily not on my aforementioned broken butt.
Going out to feed alpacas this evening was like walking across a frozen lake. A bumpy, frozen lake.
The good news is, I received a seed catalog in the mail today. I suppose a world of green and warm is just around the corner.
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