bone-chilling cold that cuts right through clothes, making joints acheugly piles of snow filled with debris dug up by the plows
clearing the driveway only to have the aforementioned snowplow bury the end
white-knuckle driving in a blizzard where you follow the taillights of a truck and hope it doesn't go into a ditch because you will, too
walking through slush that seeps into boots, leaving frozen toes
gloomy, gray Michigan skies filled with thick, dark clouds
dreaded utility bills that skyrocket in January and February
So, why do I love winter? I must be crazy. Winter is:
waking up the day after a blizzard to a pristine landscape when the sun affirms all is well againthe beauty of snow covering all the ugly brown, dead grass
the sun glistening off ice-covered branches
Mom attaching a garden hose to flood a low area in our backyard so my sister and I could ice skate; doing pirouettes and pretending to be Sonja Henie or Carol Heiss
cross-country skiing with my husband and kids, striding through freshly-fallen snow where the only sound is the swish of the skies followed by "Mo-om, I'm cold. Can we go in yet?"
seeing my husband and friend ice fishing in a tent where if you open the side flap it looks like a two-seater outhouse
the power and majesty of Lake Michigan waves churning and dashing against the beach
enjoying the warmth of Florida, at least for a week
Winters are different now from when I was younger. I gave my skates to my daughter years ago and sold the unused cross-country skies at a garage sale. Being retired, I don't have to drive in blizzards. Now, my favorite winter activity is hunkering down like my pioneer ancestors. Of course, they didn't have the conveniences of central heating and electricity. We have six more weeks of winter, more or less, depending on whether you pay attention to Punxsutawney Phil, Staten Island Chuck, or Howell Woody. It's been a very mild winter here in mid-Michigan. Will it continue? Or are we in for blizzards in April?
Wrapped up in soft fleece with a good book and a cup of chai latte is my idea of a fun way to wait out a blizzard. Or, better yet, writing. An afghan around my legs, the computer on my lap, my feet up in the recliner, and my head on a starship or a planet far-far-away. That's how I enjoy winter.
What do you love or hate about winter?