But this year, I'm 27. And once you're 27, shit gets real. Sure, the winter was rainbows and snowflakes initially. Then Christmas came and went. Then Valentines Day came and went. And now, well now it's just ridiculous. I'm tired of wearing 15 layers of clothing, and bulky coats, and toques, and mittens and scarfs and boots. I'm tired of driving on a skating rink. I'm tired of my nostrils freezing shut every morning and my slightly damp hair frosting. I'm super tired of shoveling. Ugh, no more shoveling, please pretty please with a cherry on top?
It's cold, so cold. Like -25 cold. And the snow banks come up to the tops of my knees, and I'm not short. Sure makes it interesting to walk the dogs.
|I have to create my own path every time it snows because it fills in my path. It's great exercise, but it's starting to get a little old...|
|Snowmobile. Next year it'll do more riding and less snow collecting.|
|Snow blower. We have 18 acres...and a 100 ft laneway. So, as you can tell, it's not really effective for this property. Lol.|
|Inches of snow on the SIDE of this tree. How does it not fall off? It's frozen to the tree.|
|Dangeous! Hubby has been out there every couple days with a shovel breaking off these monstercicles.|
|That's like 6 inches on the railing|
While I am so, so, so thankful for the ability to enjoy the seasons, and the variety of having four solid seasons, and all of the magical winter moments that I so love.... I am super tired of this winter. Isn't it time for a thaw? Come on Spring, before we become Eskimos.