The snow is no longer coming down, but it’s still damn cold out there. Yes folks, it’s 22 degrees. Now I know, for my friends out there who live in the midwest, that 22 is not that cold to you folks. And yet, I’ve heard that 22 here is like 12 there. It’s the dry vs. wet kinda cold. Or so I’m told. But, I digress. All I know for sure is that it’s cold. Biting cold. A bundle up and rush from work, to car, to house kinda cold. It makes a girl yearn for the long hot days of summer.

Conversely, I love this time of year. Only in the winter, when the days are crisp, the wind blowing, and the light radiant, can you get days as clear, skies as blue, and views as lovely. Here at our house, we still have snow. It came down, as you can see in the pictures, a couple of days ago, and since it really hasn’t warmed up much, it hasn’t melted yet. Which just adds an extra bit of beauty to an already lovely day.

My only concern? I wasn’t sure I’d be able to maneuver the truck up the driveway. The truck, a 96 Toyota, has rear wheel drive, and there are no sand bags in the bed right now to weigh it down. Where are the sand bags you ask… why, in the garden shed of course, a good place for them don’t you think? At least one thing is certain, the shed won’t be skidding off the hill any time soon, thank goodness, we were worried. But, because those sand bags are snuggled away in the shed, they are not where they should be, in the truck. This makes traction a tricky thing to come by. Luckily I’ve been steering the old girl around for a few years now, 8 to be exact, and I know how to talk to her. Initially she wasn’t sure if she wanted to make the effort, so she paused, wheels spinning, for the briefest of moments… but, eventually, she came to her senses. So here I sit, warm and cozy in the house, and she, bless her plucky little heart, is parked snuggled in the heated shop. A nice reward for a job well done. Both of us warm, and out of the cold.