It seems to be if you are north of the Mason Dixon line and east of the Mississippi, you are going to have some serious gripe with the winter months. I've got news for you: unless a dynamic shift in global warming happens in the next 40 years, it's probably something you're going to have to get used to. Although, for us Michiganders, we have had an eerily mild winter. This is not something that has me praising the snow gods, but rather wanting to embrace every snowy, cozy day. As a kid, I used to be obsessed with watching the weather channel around the Christmas months, tracking the weekly high and lows in hopes that the temperature would fall somewhere in that blissfully snowy sweet spot. Part of the beauty of living in a place with seasons is experiencing them. Basically, if it's winter, I want Mother Nature to bring it.
To celebrate President's day 2012, Scott and I hopped in the car and headed to Northern Michigan for a weekend with friends filled with outdoor activities, long walks, fires (the real wood, crackly kind), homecooked meals, and long lazy days. Now that's what were talkin' about.