Snow is my favorite.
It quiets the world. Everything seems to stop when it snows. I mean, you're going about your life, and then there's a snowstorm, and life grinds to an unexpected halt.
I've heard people (mostly women and old men) say that they don't like the snow, but I don't understand it. There's nothing more off-putting than a grown man whining about 20 degree weather being "too cold." It kind of reminds me of my four girls.
Depressing for me would be Florida weather. Did you notice how it was cold a few days ago everywhere in the nation except there? Where's the challenge in that? What do Floridians endure? (well, besides hurricanes and long lines at Disney)
A good, snowy winter makes me feel alive. It makes me feel like I've survived something.
I'm sure I'm offending a lot of you with these statements, but it's just the way it is, I suppose.
Winter seems masculine. There's a lot of work involved. Chopping wood, shoveling snow, wearing boots and flannel. Anytime there's an axe involved, it's manly. There are huge, angry snowplows roaming the streets. You want a big, fuzzy beard when it's cold out. It keeps the face warm and snuggly. To all you clean-shaven summer lovers, get with the program. A beard is manly.
Summer, it's pretty girly. Wearing girly shorts, and girly flip flops. Prancing around, doing girly things. (I might be simplifying things here.)
Anyway, we're having a lot of snow here this week, and I'm enjoying it. Mostly everyone else is complaining, but I'm just irritated that our snow totals at our house were only about 18 inches. Wimpy.
The good news is that more snow is on the radar, and hopefully Mother Nature will redeem herself.