Here it is, an icy cold day. Just a faint showing of snow flakes, thin white and dancing. All the gray, dirty puddles were no more and beautiful ,shimmering ,crackled ice patches took their places. I went out to take some photos but only lasted five minutes, unable to endure the bitter cold. All was not lost as I as I returned inside to make a wonderful, hot meal of browned & roasted, stuffed chicken. I stayed snug inside with my old, well worn suede slippers and "Granny squares" wool afghan while making long overdue calls to friendsand family. I smile to myself at having mother nature nudge me to slow down and relax. How do you handle winters bitter cold?