I used to not like winter. I mean really, really,
hate not like winter. Just ask my best friend. Here's how I saw things...
No Morning Skinny Dips in the Pond (yeah, that's water under the three and half feet of snow and 8 inches of ice)
No Outdoors Picnic Lunch Breaks
No Smokey Ribs and Chicken for Dinner
No Telling Stories 'Round the Campfire into the Wee Hours of the Night.
That's the abbreviated list.
Then I discovered if you get outside a little each day, no matter the weather, you make a connection with 'Ol Mother Earth that hits you right upside the head (and heart). We live in one of the most beautiful environments on the planet and it's so much fun to play in (it's a given).
However, I'm sensing a twinge of "It's been a long cold winter" blues comin' on. Haven't seen my garden, bicycle, canoe, or flip flops in over four months and I'm dreaming of sweet green peas fresh out of the pod. A little garden dirt under the fingernails would suit me fine just about now.
I know....I'm on my way out the door. Wanna come?