Don’t get me wrong. I like our winters. I love the beauty of the season, the frost on the windows, the crunching on the snow as Abby and I go for walks early in the morning before the sun comes up, the smells of a chicken roasting in the oven when you come in from the cold.
But I got a phone call from a cousin in Florida this morning. He golfed 18 holes before lunch and thought he’d call after checking out our -40 F or C. temps. Then I saw my cousins’ Facebook post from California. Yeah, they’re golfing this weekend too.
But my golf clock in the veranda hasn’t stopped ticking in our frigid temps. So there’s hope. We’ll get there. Only ? days to tee time.