When we lived in Minneapolis, weather WAS the common point of conversation. I am not quite sure why this was: if it had one cause, say, or many. Was it because winter weather could KILL you in Minnesota, and thus isn’t it fine we’ve escaped death, or was it because it was a common point of misery thus shared? I would not say that Minnesota is filled with miserable people, so I think it was more of the former.
Here in Michigan, though, winter’s really not much of a point of conversation. By the unwilling, it’s endured; by the winter-lovers, it’s smiled upon; in general, though, it’s not much discussed. I cannot tell you how far down in a typical conversation with a friend that the weather factors in: maybe Item #20, and only because the weather could interfere with our plans. Or: the conversations go like this: “Can you believe they didn’t close down school today?” when the local schools were closed due to the 8″ of white stuff that fell overnight.
But I know many people read this blog from snow-shy locales; places blessed by only a few frosts in the winter months. And I know it seems, to them, just weird that we happily endure life in the snowbelt. The snow has begun to fall in earnest now (earnest means a daily 2-8″). This means my morning chore list grows a bit longer: the poultry, because they’re so numerous this year, appreciate a daily plow through their run. Their coop is in one area, I set water in another area, feed and their condominiums in a third area so that they’re forced to walk quite a bit during the day…which means I have a lot to shovel. Makes them less stir-crazy, less (literally) cooped up.
And I dig out my greenhouses every morning. It’s just something I like to do, as it makes the evening quest for salad so much easier.