I love to get groceries around 6am; practically have the whole store to myself. But due to the recent low temperatures, I have been putting off this chore, dreading to venture forth into the bone-numbing cold. In fact, I have been holed up for several days, not going out unless i absolutely have to.
But as I stepped out this morning, frost glistened like diamond dust on our yard and sidewalk. It transformed my mundane little Nissan into a glittering magical coach.
Or so my inner child tells me as i chiseled ice off the windshield.
There again, as I’ve said before, attitude is everything. So often people curse the cold, yearning for warmer weather. But these same people will complain when it’s oppressively hot. Having grown up where the weather can indeed be one of extremes, I have developed patience and a sense of humor when it comes to the cold. And–another bonus for a writer like myself—Book #4 opens on a sweltering hot June day in the Midwest. So I have to call up my imagination and plant my characters in stifling heat while my own arthritic joints ache from the current frigid weather I’m presently experiencing. Exercising the imagination muscles is a good thing!
Never particularly outdoorsy, I have always preferred to be inside, sheltered from the harshness of the elements. I am, admittedly, a wuss.
But despite how schizophrenic Mother Nature can be (one day last week it was almost 70!), I kind of like the extreme changes in weather. As long as my loved ones and I are safe and warm , I’ll happily hunker down with a cup of hot cocoa and store up the chilly temps in my imagination. Because when it’s 90 out and humid, I’ll fondly remember when my car was beautifully transformed by a glittering crust of frost.