Funny how perpective can change things. Used to be I'd had all of winter I could stand by the first of January. Dark, cold, slippery. Ugh.

I'm still not crazy about winter, but compared to summer? I am so miserable in the hot weather, I dread mid-June through the first part of September.

I have a relative in Georgia who teases me (lovingly) about never going out the door all winter. Well, if I lived at her house, I'd never go out the door all summer!

I think there are only about ten days all year that I'm really happy with the weather. Yes, I'm exaggerating. But how life has changed!!