|Flying into O'Hare on a winter's night.|
A week ago we flew back to the upper Midwest, and I was glad to hear that the weather was going to warm up a little. One thing I don't miss is sub-zero cold; we just don't get much of that in western Oregon, and I've grown soft.
The temperatures reached up into the teens: down right balmy.
It occurred to me that I like how the cold makes your cheeks sting,
|Tracks left by ice skaters on the snowy pathway to the rink|
how the snow squeaks and crunches underfoot on a frigid day.
Every ordinary landscape that I see through the car window is unmistakeably from the heartland.
Every red barn is like a familiar old friend.
And all of the village taverns look inviting.
The yellow brick architecture against vivid blue skies...I can pick this out of a thousand photos and feel sure that it came from southeastern Wisconsin. Taken on Groundhog's Day, it appears as though there will be six more weeks of winter.
After a week of visiting it was time to leave the snow and head back to the mild climate of Oregon's west side.
Well, not quite so mild. This is the view from the front porch as of two hours ago. It's still coming down, and I bet we could get at least 8 inches before it's over. I guess the groundhog saw his shadow on February 2nd here as well as in Wisconsin: the winter of 2014 will not be soon forgotten no matter where you live.