"OK campers, rise and shine!"
I break my winter into three phases, January, February, and March. :grin2:
Seriously, I do. Fortunately, the worst of the three comes first. I go into mild panic after New Year's Day, because it's the beginning of being plunged into a bitter cold, icy, windy, gray, fight for survival, especially if you work outdoors. There's also little in the way of good holidays or celebrations. It's as if life in general retreats into a cave. Wow, saying that out loud was cathartic.
Once February rolls around, there's more sunlight, more breaks from the routine, and there's at least the hope of spring on the distant horizon.
March begins with my birthday, and suddenly April's not so far away, when I get to look forward to moving from 30 degrees and snowing to 35 degrees and raining. Welcome to New England.
Through all of this, I'm thankful for my marginally heated garage. I do enjoy the annual ritual of watching ducatiman check off the winter milestones, on the countdown to spring. I'm thinking this coming riding season will begin with a motorcycle trip to Long Island.
