Well, maybe I'm weird because I really enjoy winter and the snow. After 5 months it gets old but it is so fun for awhile.
Last night the kids and I went sledding down our hill on our runner sleds....nothing quite like flying down the hill and trying to turn before I end up going through the fence. Looking over the lights of our little town, looking up at the stars in the sky, seeing the pine trees weighed down with snow...it was like a postcard. Then, looking up at my little house all sparkling with white Christmas lights...the pine trees that shade us in the summer are heavy with snow. Knowing that it is warm and cozy inside the house. ah....
As I said, I love winter, a good snowstorm and an occasional blizzard.
But, of course, I am a Norwegian born in Minnesota and now living in Montana...must be in my blood.
If you were 6 feet tall and weighed 145 pounds like me, you'd change your tune.
I loved snow in my younger days....but now the old bones feel better with heat...been chilly here on the beach .... into the low forty's....