Winter has arrived here in southern New England. It came late, but it has announced its presence on no uncertain terms.
It snowed last Monday. Snowed again all day Sunday and into early Monday this week. Now, the temperature is dropping.
Right now, it’s hovering around the freezing mark, but by the end of the week, it will be hovering around zero.
Cold. Very, very cold.
Some folks like winter. I suspect most of them are young, don’t have to get to work early in the morning … or are passionate about winter sports.
I loved winter when I was in elementary school. Snow meant the likelihood of school being canceled. It meant a day of sledding. Frozen feet and hands didn’t bother me, then.
The world is pretty, all frosted with snow, but it’s difficult for us — older, tireder, with arthritic knees and bad backs — to navigate the slippery slope of the driveway. To park in the drifts which hang around parking lots right through the spring.
But it sure is pretty.