to thy colors true we shall be…
At roughly 7 o’clock pm, on December 31st, 2011, winter arrived at 20 Prospect.
It started snowing, the temperature continued to drop, and the wind kicked up. By midnight it was pretty much over, but we’ll take it. Better late than never.
It’s just nice to look outside and see a white landscape. It’s supposed to be in the 40’s by week’s end so we’ll have to enjoy it while we can. So I loaded up the pups in the Mazda and headed to the dog park.
It was 15 degrees outside (Actual air temp. Wind chill is for Sissies) and the wind was blowing at a brisk 20 mph, under crystaline blue skies. Classic Minnesota winter weather. Ahh… refreshing.
So long as you can see the sun, it never really feels that cold. And to be honest, 15 degrees really isn’t that bad. It gave me a chance to try out the Christmas gifts I got from Mrs. 20 Prospect.
An Alpha Industires military grade N-3B Parka and a brand new pair of Sorel Pac Boots since the last pair I had became a chew toy for Maggie the Wonderdog last spring. I’d complain, but I’d had those boots since 9th grade, so I think I got my money’s worth out of them. I figured Sorel deserved my business again in return for 28 years of service.
I must say I was toasty warm. So warm that I was sweating by the time we got back to the car. Now I’m just a flannel lined pair of Carharts away from being prepared for a Polar expedition.
I’m long since past the age of caring about how I dress. Now it’s purely a matter of function over form. Call it Minnesota Chic.
Bring it winter.
It really is lovely here on these frozen plains; The wind whipping across the Oak savanah, parting the brown grasses like a hair brush. The blinding sun reflecting off of the snow. The sky so blue and cold you could drink it.
The Indomitable Moxie, and Maggie the Wonderdog would agree.