I can remember in my younger years thinking, “I have a February birthday, so I should get some snow.” Of course, growing up in Texas meant days at the end of February often felt more like spring than winter. Which totally …
An Intermittent Winter
I never thought I’d be happy living in a place with little or no winter. I’ve always liked the cold. Or rather, liked that I could hole up in my warm house in front of a fire with a warm drink while the cold raged outside. …