The north vs. the south.
Well, we are back in north country and, although the snow is beautiful to look at, that is exactly the problem. I am looking at it. I will not go out in it. I miss the warmth. I miss no clothes (well you know what I mean). It is always a dilemma that we ponder over for at least one month after returning to the north from somewhere in the south. Should we move? Can we start a farm elsewhere? Would the kids have more or less? What type of quality of life could we have? Better? Same?
I know one thing for sure – besides less clothes, I would be enjoying the outdoors more in a warmer climate. I could garden 24/7 - 365 days of the year. We could eat real tomatoes year round. We would swim 12 months of the year. I wouldn’t be swearing every morning rummaging through the hallway bench looking for matching mittens. I would simply open the door for the children to go outside. And, we could have more animals.
But on the other hand, I cannot dismiss the benefits I receive from the northern climate:
Like smelling that indescribable scent of fresh arctic air every morning when I get out of my warm cozy bed.
And wearing those Muks that are so flattering and well – just darn adorable.
In cold weather I would be slimmer because I would not be eating that dreadful ice cream three times a day.
And we would eat-in more when the weather is frigid avoiding all those dreadful restaurants and all that fancy food.
In the north I can buy all sorts of fun lotions to keep the dry skin at bay.
And I would never have to swim in that horribly warm ocean with all that salt that gives me an instant body exfoliation.
In the north I keep the children inside most days so I can watch soap operas.
And when I do let the children go out I have two ponds that freeze over allowing me to get exercise whilst I clear the snow so they can skate for 2 minutes.
I enjoy dusting more in a cold climate because it is easier to see the hundreds of dust bunnies that accumulate from the fireplace insert.
And, I guess as far as more animals - we could get more and haul another 350 bales of hay up to the second floor of the barn. Why not?
Wow, after actually writing those points down on paper I see clearly now why we live in the north. Don’t you?