We are 32 days into winter; 57 days to go. In Chicago, we’ve seen 44.8 inches of snow so far, and it is snowing again now. Everything is white: the ground is white, the sky is white. The children track snow into the car and it sits on the floorboard, unmelted, even with the heater cranked up.
I never know what to do with myself in the wintertime. Every year, I think I will find a way to appreciate the weather, but then the cold and white overwhelm me and I stay inside. Lately, I have been wondering about forcing bulbs indoors, but I don’t know the first thing about it. Two winters ago, I bought house plants, but I have a brown thumb when it comes to those. And so I wait.