"Wind in the Willows"- Kenneth Graham

Having dodged the bullet that was the last snowstorm, I was expecting to see daffodils poking their little head above the snow. Instead, it's so windy there are rolling waves and whitecaps on the holding pond in our subdivision. Okay maybe not as big as that, but you get the idea.

And cold? Jumping Jehoshaphat, it's cold. Again, perhaps I exaggerate a teensy bit.

All I know is, I'm wrapping myself up really good before going out, and my little pets too.