I don't love winter. I hate being cold, I despise needing (and losing) boots, hats, gloves coats and snowpants in every size, and I especially loathe snowpacked canyon drives to and from violin lessons. This becomes rather problematic when I live in a town that had snow on Memorial Day last year.
Except this year. January 6. Practically springtime, don't ya know?
We've had little to no measurable snowfall, no need to bust out the snow tires and chains, and no building of snowmen, much to my kids' chagrin.
But from my perspective, there's nothing wrong with a trip to the park with the kids on a sunny January afternoon.
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