Every mile is two in winter.
I really have to work on my attitude in winter. Grandson, Owain, and I shoveled snow last evening—not much, but enough to require an attitude adjustment on my part. My buddy, Toby, looks like he shares my attitude. Owain, on the other hand, is delighted with seeing his first snow. Then I ran an errand and was thankful I’d bought new tires. This is just the beginning of winter. Ugh.
One thing that helps is the holiday lights. Several houses on each city block sparkle in the dark. The skiff of snow reflects the colors and enhance the effect. It almost makes up for these long nights and short days. Knitting woolen mittens, hats and socks almost make up for nine-degree temperatures—almost, but not quite.