I'm almost downright giddy this morning! And, when Chicken Mama feels that way at this time of year, it generally means one thing: the first real snow of the year! Yayyyyy!
On Tuesday, the lakes and river began freezing, and we had a low of 14.2 degrees that night. Yesterday, the snow started. When I came home from a morning errand, there was only a very slight dusting (but very low, heavy clouds). See below.
Then, by the time Tom got home at the end of the day, he reported that it was hard to see to drive, the snow was coming down so heavily. And now, this morning, it's the first winter wonderland of the season!
The cooler months are just SO much more enjoyable than the summer months up here. There are no bugs. You can always put on more clothes if you're cold or snuggle up to the woodstove (and you can only take off so much in the summertime and still be dripping sweat when you're sitting naked as a jay bird!). Smells are more pungent: the brisk cold morning air, the sizzling of onions sautéing on the stove when you come in with an armful of wood. There's more to see: more birds are drawn to the feeders, and fresh snow shows exactly where wild critters have traveled . . . and who/what they were. Winter is just more comfortable, cozier, and better in every way (in my book, anyway)!