Winter — usually my least favorite five month-long season — has been slow coming this year in Massachusetts. For that I’m quite grateful. If I hadn’t been sleeping off the jet-lag after staying up way too late watching AMC’s remake of “The Prisoner,” I would have gone for a nice warm ride. Oh well, there’s always next weekend. Our tulip bulbs have even started sprouting.
I don’t really like the cold, but I don’t really mind it either. It’s the price we pay for the pleasantness that is the other half of the year in New England. But I miss doing a bunch of things on account of snow, which makes it inconvenient to run, ride or hike.
But not this year! I just ordered a pair of snowshoes as part of an early Christmas gift from my mom. I’ve never snowshoed before, but it looks like fun, and my coworkers have been talking it up on the occasions that I’ve asked about it. And Lisa says she would like to get a pair, too.
So the great outdoors may continue to beckon after all. I’ll post pictures once it actually snows.