I think this is the first time in years that I’ve been excited about winter. In fact, I can’t remember the last time. It certainly wasn’t in New York, where winter is grey, wet and slushy. (Except for last years blizzard that shut down the city for days. That was fun). But walking through yesterday’s snow, with the streets white and empty, and the smell of a wood burning stove, got my heart fluttering. In spite of my Scandinavian blood, and growing up in New England, I am always cold. So who would have thought moving North would have made me enjoy the winter more. Go figure. …Though I guess we’ll see if that lasts through March!