It's so cold that the butter I keep in a little dish beside my stove is hard. Of course, the heat is on but room temperature is keeping the butter hard. Y'all. That can't be right.
It was in the mid-twenties last night and I know my Northern (read: Yankee) friends and readers are like "quit yer bitchin'" but I'm gonna whine any-dang-way, 'cause I'm a Georgia girl and it's 'sposed to be warm here, by God. Monday night, it's supposed to be 18 degrees. 18!!! I doubt I survive the night.
It's in the 40's today but the wind. Oh my God, the wind. The wind takes the cold to a whole 'nother dominion of hatefulness.
I'm already longing for spring. For sunny days to plant flowers, to spring clean my house and hang clothes on the line to dry. To just be outside and listen to the birds sing.
January sucks. So. Hard.
But wait. What is this?? Could it be daffodils budding by my front door? Why, it is! It is daffodils budding by my front door!!!