Baby, It's Cold Outside!

If you haven’t yet figured it out, I’m really not much of a winter person and admittedly have to question what there is to love about it. I’m wimpy when it comes to frigid temps, and typically put on earmuffs and mittens just to peruse the refrigerator. I hate wearing socks, miss my sexy summer sandals, and the layers upon layers of bulky clothing do nothing to highlight the girlish figure I’ve been cultivating since the first of the year. I have plowing service, but still must tend to clearing the sidewalk, which I liken to dusting; I spend a great deal of time and effort to eradicate the offensive only to discover it has reappeared days later and my efforts were for naught. I don’t skate, ski or snowmobile. The days are short and the sun often nowhere to be found. Yes, I definitely think bears may very well be onto something with that hibernation thing.

But what would I miss by holing up until the spring thaw? Is there really anything to enjoy during the coldest season of the year? I’ve discovered that there is indeed beauty in everything Mother Nature provides and photographic opportunities abound at every bend. All I have to do is get outside, open my eyes and take the time to see them.