Probably I shouldn’t say I love winter because if I lived in Michigan or Minnesota, or a really cold state, or even Kansas City, MO, I might not love winter but here, it’s mostly never too cold to take Rita out or run to the mail box. That’s about the extent of my exposure . . other than looking out the window and saying “It’s so beautiful!”
Late this afternoon I walked by the dining room windows and had to stop and take it all in. Even though we’re pretty much surrounded by houses, I love being able to see a barn and early in the morning when go out with Rita, I can hear roosters crowing in the distance.
When I was out with Rita, the snow falling to the ground was melting as it made contact but the snow on the leaves and branches was sticking. It looked like a little cotton ball on each twig or leave. It was interesting . . and pretty.
I think today is the last of our snow. Tuesday it’s supposed to be 50 degrees and partly sunny. Hopefully I can get a lot of these twigs picked up that day. Vince said “Just leave them til I get back” but he doesn’t realize how many are out there. It’s hard for Rita to even walk without running into them since since doesn’t see where she’s going. I’m out there trying to lead her (and myself) around puddles and muddy spots, and not get into a mess of twigs. I suppose if that’s the biggest problem I have, I’m pretty lucky. Of course there are other problems – the family members with COVID mainly, but most are doing well and when I’m outside or doing something fun, my mind momentarily is relieved of the worry and stress over the family.