My Instagram feed is full of people playing in parks, looking at flowers, enjoying sunlight on their lawn, and each time I see pictures like this I find myself doing that dog head tilt thing. Because here in Alaska we're still doing things like cross-country skiing. Or wearing 12 layers to walk the dog. My mind keeps panicking thinking it's SPRING and I haven't planted my garden, or bought the new pots, and I need to order seeds, and I still haven't even bought compost! And then I look outside and remember my yard is covered in 4 feet of snow.
Last summer I fretted as the months ticked down and we inched closer and closer to winter.
Could I handle it? Would I be miserable?
And here we are in our 5th straight month of snow and only just beginning to see signs of melting (we don't enjoy spring, we just get a month of melting, puddles, and mud affectionately termed "breakup") and I am going to be sad to see it go.
I've loved cross-country skiing, watching the dogs romp in the snow, knowing when I go in the park it's bear free, the look of a snowy field, fires in the fireplace, warm coffee in the morning, layers, weird hats, snow boots, sweaters, and on and on. For all I worried about being able to handle an Alaskan winter, I sort of loved it. There's more I wanted to do, more I wanted to try, more winter I still wanted to absorb.
Jokes on me I guess. The season I was most worried about handling here in Alaska might be my favorite.
Bonus? Only 7 more months and I get to do it again!