|This was after last week's snow but really... they are all beginning to look alike.|
Don't get me wrong, I like snow. I absolutely love how the world looks after a snowstorm when the sun is shining. Which is probably why a few of the prints I have hanging on the walls have a winter theme.
But there is too much of a good thing.
People could say this is what we get for living in the north... but they would not say that to me now, right? Not when one is going a little snow crazy? But actually, we live in an area that normally does not see one snow after another like this. There is usually time for a little melt here and there before another snow.
Now another Arctic front has moved through leaving behind subzero temperatures and crazy cold wind chills. That's when I stop the work I'm doing, stretch out on the sofa to read, and invite Victoria to curl up on my legs to keep warm.
Yesterday I started the removing of books from the Study dresser shelves so teacups can be displayed there. I would call it "tweaking" but it is turning out to be a major project. Anytime there is a moving around of books in this house, it becomes a big project.
And that room is quite cold in winter (hot in summer). Christopher always complained about that when it was his room. Hubby says it has something to do with where the room is in relationship to the furnace. I don't have a little heater in there but I do dress really, really warm... as they do in my English novels.
My husband used to go to business trips to Germany when he worked for a German-owned company (in Detroit). He heard over and over how they consider us spoiled wimps because we turn up the thermostat so much in our homes and factories (don't even get them started on air conditioning).
We actually do keep our home quite cool in winter to compensate for having to run the air conditioning a lot in warmer weather (due to allergies). So if you come over to visit, dress in layers.
By the way... that photo above? That is our county road in front of our little gravel lane. That flattened snow is a road. My husband reminded me that I used to drive in white out conditions to get to work in Holland (Michigan). I'm older and