We have certainly had our share of snow up here in the frozen Tundra of Minnesota. I used to love playing in the snow as a child. We’d build gigantic snow forts and load them up with fresh snowballs for future use. We’d slide down hills on a sled or toboggan. We put on our skates and glide across the frozen creek. We made snow angels. Unfortunately, my days of dashing through the snow are numbered. I’m lucky if I can make it from the house to my car. The week before Christmas we endured below zero windchills that would send a polar bear on a Caribbean cruise, I’m beginning to develop another malady known to us northern dwellers.  It’s called Cabin Fever.

All this “Global Warming” is really becoming a big joke.  They may change the terminology to Climate Change in order to bamboozle us into thinking that our planet is out of control and if we don’t spend billions of dollars on fixing it soon, we will all die within a month. It’s funny how many of these great minds actually believe in the Creator God, yet they don’t put much faith into what He alone can accomplish.  Over the thousands of years of mankind’s existence, there is still no one who can accurately predict the weather or do anything about it.  But I digress.

Back to Cabin Fever.  This dilemma usually doesn’t occur until around mid-February when there’s little to enjoy about winter unless you love cross country skiing, snow shoeing or making snowmen. You may have to report to eating the white stuff if you can’t get to town for supplies. In other words, you become a slave to your home.  You are a prisoner within your own walls.  If you do venture out, you better be carrying a snow shovel and wearing mittens and boots.  If not, you will wind up like my pictured friend above.

Now that all the hub bub of the holidays has passed and our lives are returning to semi-reality, it’s hard to get thrilled about going anywhere.  When you open the door and are greeted by winds that freeze your nose hairs and blinding, brilliant, gray everywhere, it’s so much easier to crawl back inside and into a nice warm bed. 

I love the change of seasons that my state boasts about.  We have the best of all of them.  It’s just that winter seems to occupy most of the year. But never fear!  In a few months I’ll be complaining because of the heat.

“Everyone begins as a child by liking Weather. You learn the art of disliking it as you grow up. Noticed it on a snowy day? The grown-ups are all going about with long faces, but look at the children – and the dogs? They know what snow’s made for.” C. S. Lewis