Bethany was on her way to my house to go walking, and I hadn’t put my jacket on yet. I went outside for a moment in my hoodie and was stunned by the immediate realization that my hoodie keep me plenty warm.
We don’t get as many chances to walk as we used to, but this was the best day to do so in a long lines of unseasonably warm days. The temp was 46 degrees when I got back home, but I later saw in a Pioneer photo that a bank thermometer had read 50 degrees. In January.
What’s really odd for me is that this is my most hated month of the year. I normally find January to be cold, cruel and depressing. December is cold, too, but it’s the month of Christmas. There are lights and music and business open houses with coffee and cider and cookies, not to mention the family and friends with whom we share the holiday season. January is when it all stops and it just becomes winter.
But this January, it’s been more like fall so far. Granted, we did get some snow Friday, but I still didn’t wear a hat or gloves. In January.
While the snow that started just after Christmas was still on the ground for our walk Thursday, a lot of it was melting, as you can see by this watery sidewalk. You can’t see it in the photo, but the melting snow was glistening all over the house; I thought at first it was the Christmas decorations shining in the sun.