For the last few years, about this time, I feel uneasy about the idea that there is so little of winter left. I love winter – everything about it, and you’ll never hear me complain about the cold. I realize that this is not the popular opinion of those living on the Canadian prairies in February. I know that most people are planning their gardens and dreaming of summer (or living it temporarily somewhere with a warmer climate), but I am completely soaking up the last weeks (months I hope!) of winter. The warm blankets, nightly tea, rosy cheeks, shovels and ski pants. The bright sun even on the coldest days. The ability to snuggle in and hide inside my house like a cat for six months of the year. That is key.
So winter, I’ll keep you a bit longer. Thanks.