It's not a popular position to take, but I really enjoy winter.
The first real snowfall of the season always makes me smile, and I'm more than happy to make the trade off of cold temperatures for fun in the snow.
The key word here, in case it's not clear, is: SNOW
Of course, this is a commodity of which we've had precious little this year. Of course, this is in part because we've had weeks of temperatures in the 40's, a fact that it's hard to complain about, even if it does mean that my cross-country skis sit, dusty, lonely, and unused, in the rafters of the garage.
All of which would be fine if it weren't 14° outside as I write this on a Friday night, working towards a low of -4°, with 20 mph winds coming out of the northwest. The deal, as I see it, is that we deal with the cold, and then we get to play in the snow. Clearly, Mother Nature has reneged on the deal.
Do you think I can get her to renegotiate our contract?
Today, a couple of days after I wrote this, we are in the middle of a snowstorm. This would seem to be a counter to my complaints. But the high temp on order. For tomorrow is 34°, and 38° for the day after. By Thursday next they are calling for temps in the 40's.
Snow today means nothing if it won't stay. Under these circumstances, it's nothing but fluffy rain.