maybe I never really was.
I am tired of the snow this year. I know, I know, how can I say this? I grew up in Minnesota, moved to Alaska as a young thing of 20, how can I be tired of snow? I have professed my love of winter a hundred ways. How many times have I told the curious that the long winters of the far North did not bother me, nay, I LOVED them. Countless times.
As I sit here now, in Madison, it is 48 degrees and raining. The weather forecast tells me that by morning it will be about 29, and snowing. So we are getting more snow.
Maybe, if I am lucky, there will be freezing rain for a couple of hours before the snow starts falling, and then we can have all sorts of fun with snow on top of ice.
I think tomorrow I will make some banana bread, with toasted coconut, and pretend I live in the tropics.