The official holidays may be over, but those of us who live in snowy areas know that winter is in and of itself an entire holiday season of its own.
The area glows at night with a soft reflection from clouds and moisture in the air. We have been in extreme drought for so long that the cold, crisp evenings have felt harsh, like an Arizona desert cold.
We in Kansas enjoyed a light snowfall on Christmas, something that hasn’t happened since 2016. We are dealing with snow’s nasty big brother ice, which tends to tear down power lines and pop cracks in street surfaces.
But we need rain. What we don’t need is moisture to fuel spring plant growth, then sudden drought which turns the beautiful prairie grasses and cedar trees into explosive tinder.
For now, I’ve found my winter waterproof warm shoes, which haven’t been needed for at least 3 years now. I am stepping outside in the morning to enjoy the crisp air and watch the hot cup of tea steam away like I am one of my viking ancestors.
I am enjoying winter like I am 8 and raring to go out and build a snow man.
Howling Yeti 