Winter is about three months too long for me.
I love the first snow fall. I love the Spring melt. It's the part in between that doesn't turn me on.
Dressing in layers to keep warm, driving on ice, and daytime darkness tend to cut into my attitude of gratitude. Makes me want to isolate. That's not a good thing for an old lady.
Today my friendly weather forecaster is telling me I can look forward to a wind chill of 45 degrees below zero. He's probably trying to scare me into staying home.
Can't do that. I have places to go and people to see. I hope you do too.
Photo is from Cascade Mountain, Portage, Wisconsin.
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