Cold weather is finally settling in. We've had about ten inches of snow this week that has not melted. The children have been sledding every day. They play and play and play. They've been skiing around on our property. There's enough snow for me to ski, but I've been busy with holiday labors. The fire is burning. We all do our part to keep it going. We're having chicken and dumplings for dinner and we've had cocoa three times this week. I like all these things.
Some wonder how we've adapted to this very different climate. The truth is simple- we've equipped ourselves. All of us wear woolies- that's wool long underwear. It is NOT itchy unless you get too warm. We all wear wool hats and socks- they are NOT itchy unless you get too warm. We all have warm slippers. We all have snow pants and snow coats. We all have at least three pairs of gloves or mittens. We all have neck warmers. We all play outside so we don't get gloomy in the long winter. Also, we have at least two blankets on all the beds, and the kids each have three. Sylvie wears wool pajamas.
The cold means it's time to slow down. You have to drive more slowly in the winter weather. People are very forgiving when you run late. You have to have fewer plans because it's darker and the roads are less navigable. There's lots of being at home and being quiet. However, this is balanced by having less to do. There are no big construction projects, no yard work, no gardening, no camping, so what time we have is more easily given to casual socializing.
The cold is pretty nice.