Around here in winter there are a lot of empty houses. One of my nearest neighbors heads south in October and returns in April. Back in October, when I hadn’t seen the kids for a while, then saw their mom she said, “When I didn’t see you for so long I figured you went to Texas or something.”
“Why in hell would I go to Texas?” (No offense, Texas.)
“Lots of people do.”
“Not me. I moved here for the cold.”
“I like it too,” she said.
There are two ways to like the bitter cold (it is bitterly cold). You can authentically LIKE it (I do) or you can say, “Well, I can’t go anywhere, anyway, ‘If winter comes can spring be far behind’,” and welcome the flood of seed catalogs into your mailbox, your living room, your life. It’s porn for people in the back of beyond who love to garden. Not my porn, but a lot of people’s. So many that it’s a good bet for Burpee to send these shiny, bright things out randomly to certain zip codes.
I’m lucky that I live in a frigid place where the sun shines most of the time. It’s like living in a shining crystal. The mountains on both sides are snow-covered, the Great Sand Dunes are white, animal tracks are easy to see in the snow. I dunno. Bear would rather just stay outside all the time. Teddy jumps and leaps in rapture in deep snow. Truly, the last place I would go now is a south sea island.
My mailman hands me more seed catalogs and tells me I’m a crazy lady.
* The featured photo is my neighbor and his little tractor plowing out the alley a year ago today when we got 12 inches of heavy snow. As for the sidewalk, I shoveled it. My neighbor ran across the street and we did the last 20 feet together because that’s how things work. It’s my next-door neighbor’s sidewalk. They were out of town, but not to Texas.
**Anyone who has more snow than they need, advise the weather gods that Monte Vista needs more. Thank you.