I dare say that these five might have been the only ones around here who were happy with this weekend's rain, rain, and more rain. We watched as the pond quickly transformed from ice skating rink back to a swimming pool for ducks, or at least a few inches of a pool on top of the ice skating pond. (Oh, but all that rain and then a quick hard freeze will make for the best skating of all for the rest of the year - fingers crossed!).
And while these five would have preferred skiing, sledding, skating or anything of that sort, I'd say that we handed it quite well, inside as we were. It's such a sharp contrast, after the epic accumulation and length of last winter, to be here in January with a bare and mushy ground, wishing for a good old fashioned Nor'Easter. That will come, no doubt. And soon I'll be tripping over the snow gear at the door, putting those ice skates on and off once again, as we search for the lost mitten.
For now, I'm pleased with cozy weekends, inside and dry, by the fire. And of course, we're all quite happy for those ducks.