When the snow crrrunches beneath your boot-encased feet... It's bitterly cold!
When the above statements are true and the rooster yard guard is up to his neck in snow ... well, it's just plain time to hibernate.
I know that it's winter and it's Michigan... but I am so ready for some green grass. This too shall pass, right? Right?
Truly my soul waiteth upon God: from him cometh my salvation. Psalm 62:1