The forecast put folks in their winter panic: Snow! Snowmageddon! Ice! IceTurion!
We're in Kansas. This weekend's forecast would not have caused a missed heartbeat in Michigan. Or New England. Or dear, sweet Madison, Wisconsin, where daughter & SIL Claire & Rich reside. Last week, they took the -27º with bravado! That's not wind chill, no sirree: that's actual cold winter.
Our weekend has been cold, and snowy, and I have loved it. Every time I have ventured out on my XC skis, it's been a joy to my day. I have come in each time to exclaim that I would love it if I could XC ski every day of our winter. And note - my skiing has been in a brome pasture, not groomed at all. The balance and drift of the snow (and brome) has really played a part in balance and lack thereof, sore muscles, lower back complaints, and such. But, oh! What fun!!
And you know what? I have embraced the silence of the snow. The cardinals, the titmouses, the blue jays, bluebirds, and the sweet sparrows are all out there trying to feed and get moisture. That barred owl and I locked eyes for many a long minute. I think we were playing Chicken on who would move first. (He did, but I think it was caused by my sitting down in a snow drift to watch him. I lost, in retrospect.)
What a wonderful weekend for me.
How about you?