I have been utterly spoiled this winter. Warm balmy days with the sun on my face. And now, finally, winter has reared it's ugly head. It's cold. Bloody cold. Part of the problem is that I'm no longer acclimatized. I've gotten soft like those people in Florida who sweater up when a cool breeze blows. (No offense but us northerners do like to giggle about that. All in good natured fun.) Just as I'm sure anyone who lives further north than I do is giggling away at the absurdity of me thinking I know what cold is.
Our temperatures today without the wind chill hovered around the -30 C mark. Not bad. Factor in the wind chill and we're sitting at a tropical -40 C. Did you know that -40 is the same in both Fahrenheit and Celsius? It is! *This factoid courtesy the friendly neighborhood Internet.* I noticed while out cleaning the dog run that the dogs are resisting any outside time. Who blames them? This is the weather when you need to watch for colic (horses don't drink as much because of the cold water). This is the weather when you need to free feed hay to your outside critters. And this is the weather where you want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over you head. *Thanks Jeanne for that little tidbit.*
We don't even have wonderful luscious fluffy snow to make it bearable. In fact the snow blower I bought in the fall? Still has tags on. Hasn't been used once if you can fathom that!
Here's a lovely picture of my fab farm winter look. Just a side note - when it's cold enough to freeze your exposed flesh in under 10 minutes - it's cold enough to toss any sense of style to the side. (That wonderful tidbit was according to Environment Canada - we have an extreme wind chill warning in effect.) Goodie!