A (brief) love affair with the month of January
Sunday was one of those truly magical winter days that had me parading around the house in a full snowsuit with a stupid grin across my face, completely intoxicated by the month of January. This intoxication lasted for all of 24 hours, but I soaked up that sunshine, that “warm,” welcoming 30 degree day and its accompanying fluffy dry snow for all it was worth. The kids went sledding. We turned the dogs into powdered donuts. We did sunbathing the Vermont way. And we let Penelope waltz through our hallway, into the kitchen, and out our back door and back up to the barn. She too was apparently drunk off this brilliant, beautiful day, as she leapt face first into a snow bank and trotted around the yard for a bit before cozying back up in her insulated house and bed of straw.
Oh New England, THIS is how you do winter. Please do it again. Pretty please with a frozen cherry on top.
^^Take note of our Canadian refrigerator, i.e. the cooler we leave outside our kitchen door and use as extended storage during the winter months.^^
^^A tad displeased with the snow on her snout. But we warmed her up with her fleece cape and pile of fleece blankets.^^
^^Gladdy, powdered-donut-in-the-making.^^
^^Vermont sunbathing.^^
^^Supreme disappointment when the wooden sled came to a halt mid-hill. Sunny sat their shaking her head in disapproval. We then pulled out the snow tube for more serious fun.^^