It’s been a strange winter here in southwest Minnesota. I’ve lived down in this corner of the state for 14 years, and while I remember previous winters with very little snow (including some dreaded green Christmases) I don’t remember one with so little precipitation…not to mention the bizarre 50 degree days we’ve been having from time to time.
Not that I’m complaining.
I like being able to drive safely on roads that aren’t ice-encrusted danger zones. I like being able to go out to the mailbox without risking death by frostbite. I like not having to worry that my newly-bought groceries will freeze in the back of the car while I get my hair cut.
And speaking of hair, I like that I don’t have to make the choice between my head being warm or having a good hair day.
All that being said, it is now cold enough to make even the ice fishermen happy. It is also sunny (the best medicine against Seasonal Affective Disorder) and so my kids and I took a walk along the frozen stream in our back yard.
Now, I had heard all about the kid’s walk yesterday on this exact same route, but that didn’t prepare me for one certain aspect of the walk.
No, we didn’t see any, but evidence of them is all around.
Still, we had a wonderful walk, enjoying the sunny afternoon and the freezing ice. When we were done we came in for hot cocoa. With lots of marshmallows.
Oh, and a candy cane stirrer.
Ahhhh…life in Minnesota!