But not quite. I’m feeling a smidgeon of guilt, only because so many of you are suffering from one of the worst winters in recent memory, while here in the Possum Kingdom we are feeling truly blessed.
We did have a sprinkling of snow right around Christmas, and I did get to try out my nifty, new YakTrax cleats which kept JM and me from falling on our butts out in the gardens. But that snow dissipated within a few days and since then we’ve been feeling very spoiled.
Yes, we’ve had some seriously cold days with temperatures down in the teens (F) and we’ve had some days with quite a soaking of rain. But mostly, we’ve had sunny days and temperatures that barely count as “winter.”
The mornings are cold, generally below freezing and with a good layer of frost out in the fields. Sometimes, we have that kind of damp, icy air that makes it all feel even colder. But once the sun comes out, the frost melts and by early afternoon we have had temperatures that are in the mid-sixties (F) and maybe up to 70 (F) a couple of times.
This weekend was particularly glorious. Yesterday, when we took the dogs for their late afternoon walk, it seemed that half the village was out in the gardens walking around. And, of course, as soon as the weather gets like this, it is IMPOSSIBLE to go out for the least little errand without stopping to chat to all the neighbors, because they are all out wandering around as well. And, you can just tell that they are all suddenly feeling happy again.
So, I do feel sorry for the rest of you, truly I do. But I think I’m going to stop feeling guilty about not being miserable and go outside to enjoy the sun while it lasts.
Ciao for now.