Winter

This is what winter looks like where I grew up.

And this is what winter looks like where I live now.

Can you guess which one I prefer?

This morning when I went to work, it was 40 degrees outside. 40.
I have been freezing cold all day long.
I grew up in the Black Hills of South Dakota. Not far from Mount Rushmore. Where wintertime consists of temperatures well below zero. Without a windchill. And those aren't abnormal, "new record beating" temps. Those are normal. Average. Happens every winter. I have been Christmas caroling when it was -60. Yes. 60 degrees BELOW zero.
Before my husband and I got married, he introduced me to the bishop of his ward. When I told him I was from South Dakota, he said "David, that means you have one tough girl right here".
When did I turn into such a wimp?!

Don't get me wrong! I LOVE South Dakota. With all my heart, I love it!! But I also really love the big, fat, squatty palm tree in my front yard. And not scraping ice off my windshields. Or fighting to stand up against horrendous winds.

Summers, however are a completely different story.
My husband and I talk of having a winter home here and a summer home there.
Maybe someday I'll be lucky enough to see that happen!