If this winter were a sock …I would throw it away.
It does not keep me warm.
It no longer brings me joy.
Yesterday was horrible – blowing ice and snow and ice filled branches at gale force. The deep rain then deep frozen sheets laid huge under my boots.
The temperatures hurling themselves about – no cohesion or seasonal logic.
It is the wind. We have had, and still have today, wind at spring force with low winter cold.
It is a tasteless, medieval, misery of a winter.
Even my jacket has quit and has gone to the barn to sleep with Piglet.