I heart winter.

I saw this quote on another blog this morning:

February, when the days of winter seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of summer. (Shirley Jackson)

For me, it should read the opposite:

August, when the days of summer seem endless and no amount of wistful recollecting can bring back any air of winter. (Janelle Clark)

Yes, I like winter, especially the watered-down quasi-winters we get here in southern Virginia. I'd actually like a little more snow, but otherwise winter here is a pretty good thing--plenty of sunshine, warm days interspersed with the cold--not too bad a deal.

Happy birthday to my friend Matthew, who is eleven years old today, with a terrific life all stretched out in front of him like a groundhog's shadow!