Ana muses on the benefits of winter.
Yesterday's high temperature was minus six degrees Fahrenheit. It was -24 at 8 p.m with a wind chill of -40. Alerts are being broadcast via radio, television, school, and Internet alerts: exposed skin will freeze (frost bite) within thirty minutes. Schools may start two hours late to protect underdressed children. (Think middle schoolers who'd don't want to miss a minute of pre-class social time and run out of the house wearing indoor shoes). I talked to my employees on Friday about staying home rather than braving the cold.
This is life in Minnesota. It gets cold here in the winter. As long as the electricity stays on, I welcome it.
I can write without feeling guilty that I should be out weeding the garden.
There are no mosquitoes, deer flies or ants.
The freezer is full (thanks to the above).
Baking does not turn the house into an oven. It supplements the heaters. Ditto the clothes dryer, which adds welcome humidity. (I don't have to freeze dry washed clothes.)
The first cup of coffee in the morning warms my hands, cupping the mug, and my core.
No worries about sunburns that lead to "senior skin."
I never tire of soup.
Deer herd up in the woods and don't dart out of the brush to cross the road in front of our house as often.
Seed catalogs with glossy color pictures are fun-reads.
I have a reserve stash of boots and hats and gloves and scarves and coats. And a serious pair of OshKosh insulated coveralls.
We have someone who will plow our three driveways and the soup business parking lot.
Right now, we're gaining a minute of daylight each morning and and half a minute in the afternoon.
When spring comes in late April, early May, we truly appreciate it. Minnesota residents plant more flowers per capita than any other state.