My feet are freezing today. It is only 18 degrees out currently, which is far better than the -2 that it was when I went to bed last night. The sun is shining and there is hardly any wind. I still think it is far too cold here. I like the heat, I like single layers and bare feet. I admit there is something nice about snuggling down beneath a layer of 5 wool blankets. But that charm wears off after so many weeks.

Christmas is within a week. That seems to be the only way for me to accept the current weather. Christmas wouldn’t seem like Christmas without fresh snow and air cold enough to make rosy checks and warrant warm cocoa. As soon as the holiday festivities are over I would much prefer to go back to the 85 and sunny I know and love. But around here, when the holidays are ending is when winter is just beginning. Thank God for our wood stove and wool socks!