There does seem to be a fine line between love and hate.
Sometimes the line blurs so much it makes you cross-eyed.
Thus, my true feelings on Winter.
Just a few weeks ago I was whimpering at the thought of inching up the thermostat, belly-aching over the notion of warming up vehicles, and cursing Mother Nature for committing frosticide on my garden.
Suddenly I find myself gayly ripping out droopy blooms from window boxes ...only to replace them with boughs.
Relishing the idea of buying a new scarf.
Excited to shimmy into bulky sweaters and over-the-knee socks . (by the way here's a great site for them: http://www.sockdreams.com/ )
Sprucing up the house with glittering ornaments and sparkly do-dads that border on being gaudy.
I don't know when and how the transition to a love affair with this season happens , but it does.
I suppose it's like waking up to a foot of snow.......suddenly it's here and wonderful and you didn't hear or see it coming!