It just feels that way. One of the reasons I love Connecticut is because of its four seasons. The fallen snow on the stone wall surrounding our property looks like something out of a Currier & Ives Christmas card. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
I’m ashamed to admit it, but this happens every year. I get so excited waiting for winter to begin. I love the first snowfall. But the work and the cold gets old quickly. Soon I lose sight of the beauty and I see the dirt, the extra time, the work and the cleanup, the dirt and salt on my car and my kitchen floor. I’m so ready for it all to end.