
This chickadee has given me sign language. After a hoary frosty morning he wants to head south! I don't blame him. When I opened the door to wave goodbye to hubby as he headed to work, I turned into one big goosebump. Brrrr. Northern Michigan has headed into the winter season.
New snowshoes are hanging next to Jeff's on the wall in the exercise room, and I am looking forward to some snowy adventures with my hubby along our creek that has turned into a beaver pond. We will build fires and roast hot dogs and toast marshmallows and laugh aloud while we are all bundled up.
Yes, there are times I enjoy winter (it can sparkle like diamonds as you walk along) but the saddest thing is having to change what you wear. They call it layering. I can hear my lumbering steps already. LOL Dragging snow boots around becomes a bother too. One always has to kick off the snow and dry them off when coming in and hope no wet snow falls out of them while shaking them out before slipping back into them.
The older I get, the more the warmer climates call to me. Sometimes I wish I were a migrating bird. :D
On the newsfront. I'll have my second book cover up soon on my inspirational blog and professional website. I have been on an adventure. :D
Hugs, JJ




