Recently I was feeling the frustration of having 2 small children in the winter. Going outside to play is often not an option, particularly with a baby, and tensions tend to run high. And of course getting ready to out anywhere also takes so much longer. I think it is easier to stick a cat in a carrier to go to the vet than to put a toddler in a winter coat when he doesn't want to.
Then I thought of all the things I like about winter (in no particular order):
knitting with wool (not that I don't at other times of the year, but it's more cozy in the winter)
wearing wool (I am currently wearing my green hooded pullover and conwy socks)
shoveling (at least the first couple of times and mostly when it is light and powdery)
Feeling better about winter I pulled on my snow boots, bundled myself and Nat (Owen was at school), and went for a walk. This was last Thursday and it was the morning after a snow/sleet storm. I was walking past this old mill building when an avalanche of snow fell off the roof on top of us.
We're fine. Amazingly we escaped with only cuts and bruises and a sore back for me since that I bore the brunt of the snow and ice falling on us. Two really nice men who saw it happen helped us out and called for an ambulance. The experience was horrendously terrifying. All I can say is ROLL ON SUMMER!