Several times this week some friends and acquaintances ask me how I like the cold.
My response: "A 25 below zero wind chill is a bit much."
Pause for laughter. That's also what I hear after saying my piece .
I'm still trying to get my feeble brain around the fact that I was outdoors as recently as last Saturday-- in shirtsleeves, no less.
Sunday that all changed. Very cold. Blowing snow. Frigid.
Here we are, Thursday evening and the stuff is still out there. I think we might have gotten above freezing for a few minutes yesterday. I swear, I have two deep freeze units (one in the garage, one in the basement) and I don't think the interior of either is as cold as it is outside.
But in the midst of all things frosty this splashing of white does make for some appealing-to-the-eye vistas of things I see and take for granted every day. Such as the bare trees, lonely ballfields, and wheat fields waiting to spring their crop when the balmy temps make their comeback.
I'll try to get some photos of the stuff on here in the days to come. Meanwhile, I'm learning how to drive in snow.
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