It’s been quite a while since I’ve done a small town quirkiness post.
Last time, I talked about a goat tied up in someone’s front yard and a pig standing looking at traffic.
Nothing much has changed.
Well, except the pig’s barn burned in December. I thought we were going to have lotsa bacon for breakfast.
Things I’ve discovered that I love during small town winters:
1. Pick up hockey games on Friday nights.
2. Private lessons (mostly so no one sees me fall) so I can play in said pick up games. And by private lessons, I mean the Fireman. I pay him in cookies.
3. We have the most gorgeous winter light around 3:30 in the afternoon.
4. Layering. 12 degrees = long sleeves, wool turtleneck, hat, ski coat, mittens, long underwear, scarf, and boots. Oh, and blowdried hair. It’s a cold day in Hell (literally) when I dry my hair.
I’m loving winter so far. How about you?