Having originally come from Michigan, I love weather, real weather - seasons, you know. Haven't had them since I was a youngster. Well, this year we have had some weather, just enough. Not the having-to-learn-to-drive-through-sleet/snow/ice kind, just enough -- Cold enough for knitting by the fireplace, drinking hot cocoa with homemade peppermint marshmallows, donning handknit sweaters, and piling on blankets (preferably quilts, homemade quilts) at night. Perfect. Even been using a new afghan a friend knit me for Christmas!
That ice was still on the pool at noon today! DH had to go break it up so the creepy could do its thing.
By the way, when someone knits you an afghan, you know they love you. They have just spent weeks with yarn and needles in hand working on something they can't wait to give you. And there is no adequate reaction for such a gift except use, lots of use - lots of getting up early, sitting by the fire, knitting, sipping on that first cup of coffee wrapped in your new afghan in the morning use. That, Nancy, is what I've been doing in this weather.
