Snow is pretty, ice is pretty, white wintry wonderlands are pretty.
The woodstove is cosy, polar fleece pjs are cosy, 'marshmallow' socks are cosy, ugg boots are cosy.
Skating is fun, building snowmen is fun, kicking up powder is fun, snowshoeing is fun.
But too much of a good thing and all that.... today I slipped on ice walking up the step to the house. Slipped holding groceries. The groceries were fine and nothing broken me or otherwise but as I sat there on the cold, wet, icy step getting my breath and furtively checking to see that the neighbours weren't watching I realised-
I'm over winter.