I prefer when Winter dances around the edges, showing her icy petticoats just enough to tease me, to show me the possibilities. I love the crisp mornings with frost painting a sparkling masterpiece on the land. I like when it melts and colors of brown and blond emerge and fool me into Fall again, dreaming winter will never come.
Well, Farm Girl (me), get your head out of your ash bucket and wake up! It's February and in these parts, that means winter. Get over it, dress warm and keep that camera ready!
