As soon as Christmas is over, I begin to get sick of winter. My mom reminded me the other day that we are only 6 days into winter- but I think it started at the beginning of November this year. I've got to figure out how to take babies out into the cold or go crazy being cooped up!When we bought the house we live in, there were hundreds of tulip bulbs all around the yard. But, the house sat vacant for a while, and the deer moved in. We have no more tulips, and I am quickly becoming an expert on deer-resistant plants. I am quite angry at the deer and have even considered letting the sharp-shooters into my yard. But I've got a soft spot for this little one. He sticks around our neighborhood and is almost always alone. Why? Because he is missing half of his back leg. In the fall when I saw him, I thought it would be merciful to kill him before winter came since he was a loner, a baby, and could hardly get around. But he's getting stronger in spite of the cold, and he's even re-integrating with the herd. If a gimpy deer can make it through the winter outside, we should be able to do it inside, right?
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When the weather first gets cold and the nights get darker earlier I kind of like it. It feels all nice and cozy inside with my little family. But that feeling doesn't last all that long and just like almost everybody else I get a little stir crazy.
The day after Christmas I felt overwhelmed by the coming months. January and February seem so long, don't they? Currently I am formulating ideas in my mind of things to look forward to so time will pass a little quicker. (Besides having a baby, because right now that's just making me uncomfortable and 12 weeks seems sooooo far away.)
Anyway, I am impressed by that little dear. But I am wishing I was a bear, so I could just hibernate the next couple of months. :)
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