This isn’t my photo. I guess I’ll be able to see who actually reads the blog when people start asking where I am. This is a stock photo I’ve been scrolling for this morning. It seemed like a good idea because I’m freezing! Literally freezing. Bundled up in sweater, socks, fleece lined slippers, and I can’t think about anything except how cold I am. And yes, I do see the irony of going on and on about wanting to go north to see family and friends, and the first cold snap in Florida has me hunkered down and hiding out, waiting for the sun. It will warm up here in a day or two, but not so where I’m heading. I visited last year in April and half froze to death. And the year before that I visited my son’s house as May turned into June and sat in the house wrapped in blankets waiting to leave. And yet even knowing that I have been looking forward to taking snowy landscape pictures without ever once picturing how cold I’ll be while I attempt to take them. And those last trips north seem to mean that I’ll be too cold until June, or there-abouts. I’m pretty sure that this year will be the exception for me. This snowbird will get her seasons straightened out and make sure I’m in Florida for the winter months. After all, here we will be seeing the annual migration of birds to the area, and for months we’ll be able to go out to the state parks and wildlife preserves to see nature in all her glory. That’ll be next year.
I was scrolling for a winter snowsuit picture to wind up with and one of them reminded me of how the kids used to do a running, head-first, somersault onto their jackets, and come up on their feet with they jackets on. Don’t know that I’ll master that technique but I wonder if this comes in my size?