Someone once told me that people who are born in the summer time usually love summer and everything about it. They said that the opposite was true, too, that those born in the winter loved it and everything about it. Well, if this is true, I must be the exception to the rule. I am not a pleasant person when I am hot and sweaty. I don’t much like when it is humid and sticky. I tend to feel sick and weak if I am outside too long when the temperature gets above 85. I burn really easily. I am not kidding when I tell you that I can burn in 5 minutes. I wear 60 SPF if I am going to be outside for any extended period of time and sometimes even at that, I will burn.

I prefer winter. You can stay inside and snuggle. You only have to go outside when it is absolutely necessary. I have always said that you can always put on more clothes, but you can only take so much off. That is, if you don’t want to get arrested. I have lots of blankets, too. I can put on all of my clothes and cover up with all my blankets if I need to and life is good.

I guess it all goes back to the fact that I was a princess in another life. Stop laughing. I was. I must have been. Otherwise, why would I be so delicate and wilty (it’s my word) in the heat? Truly I must have had several servants who stood near me, misting me and fanning me on the hottest of days. Or I stayed inside the castle in the darkest coolest part and had the same servants bringing me food and water so that I wouldn’t have to exert myself in the heat. Why can’t life be so simple now? I want servants. I want someone who will fan me and spritz me with water if I get to warm. I don’t want to be sweaty.

Don’t get me wrong. I like all the colors of summer. I like the flowers and the grass and the blue skies and the sun (as long as it isn’t burning me). I like the smells, too. I like that I can kick the kids out of the house to have a little peace and quiet.

But winter, winter has it’s own charm. There is nothing quite like a fresh blanket of snow on your lawn. Sometimes when the sun shines just right, it looks as if God has thrown a handful of diamonds across the land. If it is a little foggy and then the air turns crisp, sometimes there will be crystals everywhere–on the trees, the fence, the mailbox. It is so beautiful, it takes my breath away sometimes. And no, it isn’t the cold that does that. You southerners are probably sitting there shaking your heads and saying, “No thank you!” That’s okay. I understand. I feel the same way about the heat.

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