It is 15 degrees here this morning at my cottage and I am bundling up to go out of doors because the sun is shining and the air will smell deliciously cold and faintly metallic with remnants of snow. I will tromp through a meadow looking for spent flower heads and the husks of milkweed. I will stand spellbound when a cardinal takes flight on ruby wings. I will be well wrapped in down and fleece. I will breathe deeply until the cold air makes my entire self tingle. I will duck into the woods when the wind is sharp and revel in the silence.
The only winter weather I don’t like is icy rain when I must drive the turnpike to daughter’s. Looks like this week I’ll be there longer than usual. There’s a Nor’eastah headed our way mid-week!
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