Showing posts with label blizzard. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blizzard. Show all posts

Thursday, January 16, 2014

The Great Blizzard of 2014

I love blizzards. And I'm thankful that I live in the Midwest where we get them once in awhile.

Now that I live in Indiana (instead of Iowa or Michigan where I did live for a number of years) I don't get nearly enough blizzards or snow. But I couldn't have asked for a better white-stuff celebration than what the polar vortex sent to us last week!

Downtown North Manchester, Indiana
I think what I love most about a winter storm is how it isolates me from the rest of the world. I mean, how I can I go anywhere when I can't get out my front door?

 
 You don't expect me to get all that off my car just to go to the store, do you?


 I have to admit, I'm always a little disappointed when the snow storm is over. If it were up to me, I'd like it to go on for at least another week. There's something about a snow storm that makes me want to snuggle up with blankets, hot cocoa and a great stack of books.

But, eventually we have to dig out, and life must go on.


Check out that drift in front of the front door!

Of course, if I had to actually live out of doors, I would hate such weather. But I'm thankful for a cozy, warm house with an ample library and plenty of hot cocoa.

What's your favorite part of winter weather?

Karla Akins is the author of The Pastor's Wife Wears Biker Boots and biographies for middle grades. You can read Karla's blog at http://karlaakins.com.

Sunday, January 6, 2013

A Crackling Fire

Summertime campfires and bonfires are lots of fun. Who doesn't like sitting around the fire roasting marshmallows, eating smores and telling ghost stories or singing songs? Many good memories are made around a campfire.

Still, nothing compares to a warm fire on a cold night. Add a cozy blanket, a steaming cup of hot chocolate, and a snowstorm outside of your window and it's a recipe for a wonderful evening.

 And what were stockings invented for but for fireplaces. Yes, I've had many a Christmas in a house without a fireplace. We've had to get creative with stocking placement.

We like to pull the coffee table close to the fire and break out a board game. Parcheesi or Sorry anyone? There is a 1000 piece puzzle awaiting our next fire. Last Sunday night we sat around the fire, each reading a book.
  

The fireplace in our cabin is used for heating and, while the one at our house is mostly for show, it has come in handy. There was one cold, cold winter night when our furnace went out. We only had Brian at the time. We built a roaring blaze in the fireplace, brought down lots of blankets and pillows and had a slumber party in the living room.
One of my favorite memories is from when we first moved into our house. It was New Year's Day and the Wisconsin Badgers were in the Rose Bowl. We had the fireplace going all day long. By the time the Badgers won, a blizzard was roaring outside of the window. 

Do you have a fireplace? What do you like about it? Any favorite memories?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Winter Wimp or Warrior?

Last time I checked, spring begins on March 21. Actually, you can pretty much count on the vernal equinox ALWAYS falling sometime around March 20 or 21...if you live in the Northern Hemisphere. Which I do.

That being said, and noting the fact that everyone's calendar is still on the February page, what is the big deal with having a snow storm? Newsflash: It's still winter. Seriously people, get a grip.

When did we begin this downward spiral into crisis mode every time a few snowflakes accumulate? Granted, 14" within a twelve-hour period is a fair amount, but do we need to gnash our teeth and weep as if a snowpocalypse has ended the world?

I suppose the current frenzy could be blamed on media hype, but that's merely the tip of the iceberg. Personally, I think there's a deeper, more insidious cause.

We are a nation of wimps.

Think about it. Did our forefathers even own a pair of Sorrels? Would a Viking warrior be caught dead in Thinsulate? Generations managed to survive without Smartwool, Uggs, or North Face apparel. It's time to man-up, or woman-up as the case may be.

So I throw back my head and laugh at you, winter. Go ahead and let 'er rip with all your blizzardly bluster. Nostril-freezing windchills, frostbite inducing temperatures...bring it! Norwegian blood flows in my veins. I can take it all and more.

But when March 21st rolls around, knock it off. I'll be ready to garden.

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