We are well into January with nary a snowflake on the horizon. Most of my fellow Iowans are relishing these 50 degree (and even a few 60s) degree temperatures, while I dream of winter.
Hardy winter. Like a stockpiling-groceries, canceling-school-for-a-week, freezing-my-socks-off-blizzard.
Bring it on.
Those are the days I relish. Hot coffee in hand and nowhere to be but home, amid the aromas of a simmering crock pot full of a winter stew and yeast rolls in the oven.
Yesterday, we spent the better part of the day outside. Coatless. The grass is greening and I even saw fresh clover poking out of the ground. The farmers are working their Iowa fields. This is not normal. Seriously??? (I have a cousin who says her spring flowers are starting to come up…)
I long for winter.
I appreciate every season in it’s own time, although I really do love the colder months. For who can truly savor the rebirth of a budding spring without a good hard freeze?
I’m sipping coffee from my adorable snowman mug, watching the window and dreaming of white.
And for all my friends who disagree, a song for you:
Blue Jeans & Coffee Beans.