What I Love About Winter

Accuweather's 10-day forecast for Mount Savage, MD
on Dec 30, 2017

Has your skin turned blue... are you frozen through and through?  Oh, baby, it's cold outside! But I'm trying to stay positive this chilly night before New Year’s Eve and find some things to make winter seem more like an old friend than such an evil intruder throwing a wrench into whatever I have planned.

What I love most about winter:

Sweats are fashionable

Hot cocoa

Crockpots full of simmering soup

Guessing at animal footprints after fresh snowfall

A crackling fire in the fireplace

Fuzzy socks

Little kids stuffed into puffy coats 'til they can barely walk
Snuggly puppies
Electric blanket (or electric mattress pad so it's warm from below)
Ice cold water from the tap
Chicken pot pie
Fluffy bathrobes
Hot spiced cider
Looking at seed catalogs & dreaming of spring gardens
Watching kids sled down a hillside
Colorful birds flitting about in bare tree branches
Lasagna
The way falling snow makes it look like you're inside a snowglobe
Catching snowflakes on your tongue
Steaming bowls of chili
Being covered in the afghan you're crocheting
Daydreaming about a Hawaiian vacation
Dogs with crazy sweaters
Slathering butter on bread right from the oven
Videos of dogs learning to walk in their new booties
Binge watching Hallmark movies
Rolling the "r" when you say brrrrr...
Cute boots (and cute hats and mittens and scarves, too)
All kinds of apple desserts
Fondling the Christmas decorations as  you  put them away


And probably my very favorite... Complaining about the cold!

A Few Of My Favorite Things

Or maybe not....

Some of my favorite things:
Gooey chocolate chip cookies warm from the oven.
Sloppy wet puppy kisses.
Strawberries.
Mint chocolate chip ice cream.
Laughing until I'm in tears and I can't breathe... or stop laughing.
Someone else washing my hair and massaging my scalp.
Pecan brittle.
My fiance's cologne.
Freshly washed bamboo sheets.
Christmas lights.
Hugs.
Comfy slippers.
Taking off the bra and shoes as soon as I walk in the door.
Fresh cut french fries.
Pizza made with white sauce, chicken, spinach and lots of cheese.
Backyard barbeques with family and friends.
Passionate kisses.
Pink roses.
A cherry red '67 Chevelle convertible.
The moon when it's bright and full and oh so big.
Home-made chicken noodle soup with home-made wide egg noodles.
Bread, hot from the oven.
A tear-jerker of a chick flick.
My best friend's voice on the phone.
Snuggling a brand new baby.
Watching tv in bed.
Hot buttered popcorn.
Christmas carols.
Creamy avocados sliced onto a turkey sandwich.
A good back scratch.
Tart lemonade on a hot afternoon.
Splashing around in the intensely blue water of the Caribbean.
Ripe tomatoes picked and eaten right in the garden.
Bright bolts of lightning and loud crashes of thunder.
Houses with window shutters and wide covered front porches.
Fluffy long-haired kitties.
Fettuccini Alfredo (with chicken and broccoli).
A good old-fashioned love song playing on the radio.
Rain.
The scent of a rose.
Rich dark-stained wood furniture.
Conversation and 'smores over a campfire.
A crackling fire in the fireplace on a cold night.
Freshly polished silver.
French toast.
The peppery bite of watercress pulled straight from a mountain stream.
Wild flower bouquets.
Holding hands.
Old red brick churches with stained glass windows.
Shiny new pennies.