As you might imagine, northern Wisconsin is cold and white just now, and it seems I am constantly hungry for soups and stews and roasted vegetables and savory meats.
The wind comes whipping off the bay and the river, causing the new fallen snow to whip around in little eddies and vortexes. It was bitter cold when I went shopping yesterday in a neighboring town. I joined a group of carolers, many of whom were friends, at a local bookstore. It's been years since I have sung those songs (except in the shower and around the kitchen) and while my voice is still strong, I seem to hit a lot of sour notes. Oh well. It was fun anyway.
I have done only the basics to prepare my own backyard for winter. There are still signs of summer and fall, covered now with snow.
The change of seasons is the one constant in our lives right now.