Oh... the memories!
Winter used to be my favorite time of the year! Snowball "wars", skiing and sledging were the main theme of the day, all day, till the night fall. Making improvised snow ramps, cutting down fences and jumping over a small road that cuts through a hillside.
All kinds of craziness!
But winter has not been much of my favorite season in later years. First of all I emigrated to another country, the country of snow. Sweden! But my winter years in Sweden could never top the winters of my childhood in my home country.
I was born in a big city but I grew up on the country side, at my grandma's place.
Drinking cow milk, straight from the cow!
Crazy, right?
Eating vegetables from our own garden. Life was a bliss! I would drink a warm cup of milk in the morning, warmed up on a wood stove of course. Microwaves were invented later, for the inpatient money chasers. The milk was served in a handcrafted and painted metal cup. I would drink my milk, have a snack and hop on my skis or take the sledge out and not return home until lunch, and then off I go again till the late evening. The snow was allowed to pile up till it's waist deep. Here in Sweden, they plow it away between 6 and 8 in the morning, before you get a chance to run out and stamp your feet in it and inspect the tread marks.
At least if you live in an urbanized area, which most of the population does now. We have all kinds of machines here, all constructed to make the urbanized and "modern" living as comfortable as possible, so you can easily hop in the car, buss, tramway or train and go chase the dollars/crowns.
In general, winters have not been the same at any place. The snow either comes too early, or too late, or it melts away and then bounces back again when you least expect it, causing chaos in the process. Makes me wonder what the winters will be like for future generations. Climate change is real, for sure. Anyone who thinks otherwise must be delusional.
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