I have a problem.
I’m a country girl. I love my quiet town and my mountains and my long, cold winters. I love bundling up in big, poofy layers and throwing myself down upon the snow in the pasture to just stare up at the frosty stars. I love weather that is so cold you have to wear a scarf beneath your ski goggles or your face will fall off.
|Me and the Madre, properly outfitted for a REAL winter.|
Back in Montana, winter crawls in to stay somewhere around Nov. 1. For example, it was 30 degrees back home today. And that was the high. Yes, our falls are both spectacular and spectacularly short. This has conditioned me to be ready and eager for winter at an early date.
Unavoidable fact: I live in the city. No frosty stars or heaps of snow here (excluding Snowpocalypse 2010). And, hmm, it's kind-of still really warm.
Actually, today – the middle of freaking November, might I point out – the temperature reached a high of 70 degrees.