You know how when your alarm goes off and you realize that it’s below zero out and the wind is blowing at gale-force? The house is cold because the wood-stoves are almost out and you wish there was someone other than you to take the dogs out and build-up the fires, but there is only you? So, in your night-gown and bare feet you open the door letting the cold air blast inside, but the dogs run out and you try your hardest to get both fires going before too much time passes, since the wind is howling down the chimney. That’s what the past month-and-a-half has been like. Am I sick of it yet?
Not. At. All. Because where I live there is no longer any such season as Spring. We seem to go directly into 90°F with 95% humidity. To tell you the truth, I’d rather be cold than hot – you can layer-up in cold weather, but you can only layer-down to a certain extent. After all, walking around nude just isn’t an option. (Well, maybe for some people.)
I really feel sorry for my neighbors since most of them have either oil or electric heat. We spent money on a huge load of logs for the first time in about 15 years, and will still have most of our firewood for next year. But I see the oil trucks in my neighbor’s yards on a regular basis. I think we made out pretty good as far as the price of heating this year. Of course you must add in the time we spent with the chain saw and splitter, but what else do people do in the so-called Spring?
So, even though this has been an insane year for snow, bring on the cold, since the humid heat is coming! So is the mud, but that will be a post for another day.