I Love Winter

I love winter when the sidewalks have been shoveled and the pavement is dry. I love winter when the roads are plowed and there is no slipping or skidding of cars on the road. I love winter when I can stand inside my cozy home and look out on the new-fallen, glittery white snow. I love winter when the temperature is between 30 and 40. I love winter when there is little wind, and very little wind chill.

I really do like winter, but as I age, the danger of slipping as I walk is a much more serious matter than it used to be. I don’t drive in snow storms unless I have no option. I don’t own clothing appropriate for temperatures below 20, or for snows higher than about six inches, and I don’t really want to!

Now that we live in a subdivision with sidewalks, we have to shovel, but the driveway is quite short, and the sidewalk length is manageable if we double team it. Still, I need to find someone to do our shoveling. Dear Husband shouldn’t be lifting heavy, wet snow, and I really don’t care to do the entire job on my own.

On the bright side, winter gives me a chance to piece quilts! I can hibernate in the basement, and sew to my heart’s content. Some days I barely make it upstairs in time for meals, and it’s a darned good thing that my hubby knows how to cook!

When spring arrives, perhaps the neighbors will see me once more.

2 thoughts on “I Love Winter

  1. I only like winter to look at the snow from inside a cozy, warm place. Also, it allows me to grow plants that need a winter to bloom the next year. Okay, I do have to admit I like that I get exercise snow blowing and shoveling but I also want to do those things on my own time and schedule (like not get up at 2:30 am to clear snow so I can go to work), not when Mother Nature dictates. I wouldn’t mind if that stuff only showed up Friday night thru Sunday morning 😀

    • Oh, thank you for the grins! I feel about the same when it comes to snow. I wouldn’t have your garage for all the tea in China. I can’t imagine having to get up at 2:30 to snow blow, so that I could get to work the next day. I suppose work wouldn’t accept the excuse that I was “snowed in.” I’m a sissy. While I love the look of snow, I really don’t want to be out in it.

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