It’s All Relative

I was outside this morning for shoveling session number three. It was only about 8 degrees, with a real feel of around 2 below, but it seemed gorgeous out.

There was no wind and the sun was shining. Quite a difference from yesterday.

Plus, a funny thing happens to people who live somewhere that the winters are a bit harsh. At first, it feels so cold when the temps get below 40 degrees. But as the temps keep dropping, what feels warm keeps dropping too.

Well, and the layers of long underwear, wool socks, turtleneck, wool sweater, lined coveralls, down jacket, double-lined knit hat, face cover, mittens and hand warmers kind of help too. We just keep piling it on.

I spend a whole lot more money on winter wear than I ever do on summer clothes. Today I bought Under Armor compression tights and turtleneck at an outlet store. That brand is WAY expensive but I’ve been told they are worth every penny. I still couldn’t justify the expense but I managed to find irregular tights and a turtleneck in lime green (that I guess no one wanted because it was cheaper than black or white). So I got both pieces for as much as I would have spent on just one of the pieces regularly priced. Score!

Speaking of lime green, Java found her frisbee buried in the snow. She’s still hunting for her red ball though and looking a bit forlorn about it.

In order to drag my power shovel up a hill to the back yard so I could clear the deck again, I first trampled a path with my snow shoes — any excuse to get out the winter toys.

Lori from Skoog Farm Journal asked me if I liked blizzards, and I have to admit, I do. Maybe I wouldn’t if we had them all the time, but I enjoy variety in my weather. And I’m learning to make the most of whatever comes my way.

I found so much to enjoy this weekend — not just skijoring with Java down the city streets before the snowplow removed all the snow, but even shoveling was fun. Warped, I know.

I just enjoy being outside and whatever comes along to give me an excuse to be out there.

Written by Maery Rose