Every winter, after a few snowfalls, New Englanders participate in their favorite sport. No, it’s not hockey or skiing–it’s complaining. We loooove to kvetch about winter, snow, ice. And we’ve had some pretty intense winters the past few years, so I get it.
However, as a writer, I have a strong hibernation tendency, so I looooove winter. Yes. I am crazy. But I honestly don’t mind when the world has to stop for a little while. We’re on the go, go, go, constantly. I see snow as Nature’s way of telling us to slow the fuck down and enjoy a few creature comforts with the ones we love. I would gladly spend every night in front of a fire, cuddled with my husband and kids, watching movies or reading books and eating popcorn and cider like they did in Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Need some tips on surviving this winter? Check out my article, previously published on the Cranston Patch. It’s all about 3 things that help me survive the winter, and I’d only add one–fleece lined mittens from Miracle Mittens. They are so stinkin’ cute and they keep your fingers nice and warmie when you’re out shoveling the piles of snow or walking in a winterland. (You just sang that in your head, didn’t you? Don’t lie.)
Remember, people, it’s just snow. We’re New Englanders, we’ve seen it all before. We can do this.