Ma Nature is telling me otherwise.
It's been a warm winter, so far, with several 60-degree days. We have yet to turn on the furnace. Fires in the wood-burning stove keep the house plenty warm.
We still have lots of wood in the shed--and lots of hay in the barn. The horses and sheep are still relying on pasture for most of their calories. It takes little effort for them to find green grass.
This morning, thanks to yesterday's thunderstorms, I saw hundreds of earthworms while walking the dogs.
But I miss the cold weather that encourages me to spend evenings reading by the fire.
And I miss the frozen ground that keeps the horses and dogs mud-free.
And I miss wearing Christmas sweaters.
But I'll keep singing Christmas carols and dreaming of a White January.