Yes, it's been a beautiful day here, also. Probably not as cool as Wisconsin, though. It was about 58F when I got up this morning. It's 73F right now at nearly 4PM. Nice and dry with crystal clear blue skies. Ahhh....
We are exploring all of our connections to find someone to plow us out. There is no way in the world that I can shovel 24+ inches of wet snow. And live to tell about it.
I can totally appreciate the beautiful wintry pics. However, I definitely enjoy them from my nice comfy Florida location while sitting here in shorts and flip-flops.
Actually, it was kinda' cool here today... started off at 51F this AM and dropped down to 49F about 11AM. Currently it's 62F now that the clouds have blown off and the sun is shining. 😀
The pretty pics come after several hours of clearing nine inches of slop that was more like a Slurpee than snow from the driveway. Phase one was astonishingly slushy and miserable, but phase two was fluffy and pretty.
I tried finding sun yesterday but the clouds only lightened up some, no real sun! Today we have sun, maybe I can grab a picture later while I am out & about @Katherine Bond. Thank you for sharing yours!
Well, some of that outside coolness today has seeped into my house. I had to change out of the shorts and flip-flops and into my sweatpants, flannel shirt, and fuzzy socks & slippers. The HOT coffee I'm drinking also helps take the chill of. 😀
My brother always said living in the north keeps you in shape and makes you keep your stuff in shape. If you don’t, you may die. Not for the faint of heart.
The UK is a fair way north - some of it more so than the rest. Not sure it "keeps" me in shape. I just am a shape. Slightly buddha-ish, according to some.
I know a friend whose mother had a heart operation to augment the mitral valve with a little cone to reduce the back flow. Within a couple hours, she was notably more alert and her memory improved. While in the hospital, people were remarking that she doesn't look to be 92. She smiled and said that her very active brother thinks so too, and he's 96.
My biggest fear in this life is losing my memories of it. They ARE my life. Of course, if I did get demented and lose them, I wouldn't even realize it. At that point, I'd rather be dead, though.