Warmer Winter With Less Snow?????

We woke up to 9 below zero this morning. I looked out the window at my winter garden features...they are either covered with snow or beaten down looking like a pile of weeds that I forgot last fall. We darted from house to car and then from car to house yesterday. You never saw people our age move so fast. No time to say hello..goodbye, just get in the car and get home. But wait a minute...someone is enjoying these frigid temperatures. Who is that in that picture?Let me look closer...hmmmm, I think it's my grandson Collin. He looks very cozy all wrapped up in layers.

Look here, it's Tyler pulling that scarf up around his face. They are both wearing the mittens that we got them for Christmas.

Now there's three of them. My daughter LuAnn is on the far right....with her face uncovered. Now I know what to get her for Christmas next year...a face mask! They are striking up a pose for me. Doesn't she look like she is just about their age?

Here they are again having so much fun. I think that they skied for 10 hours. LuAnn owns a house on a lake in Wisconsin. When she is here for weekends and holidays, the boys go up and visit her for some fun. They enjoy all outdoor sports and she treats them to a good time. They are lucky to have an aunt who enjoys their company.

She's on her way back home to DC again this morning. She'll email me on the way again, so I know that she's safe. Here's a poem that I've liked since childhood. I had a book, and still do, of Robert Louis Stevenson's poems for kids...Here it is.

Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;

Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again.

Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise;

And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress.

Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit;

Or with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door.

When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap;

The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose.

Black are my steps on silver sod; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;

And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding cake.

Enjoy the winter weather...It's only 76 days till Spring..

Balisha