This week marks the half-way point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. While many are longing for spring, I don’t mind that winter is only half over. Winter happens to be my favorite season. I realize that’s a bit unusual, but it is. I never tire of looking at snow-covered scenes, of walking in the snow, or even shoveling sidewalks or clearing cars. When school is canceled, I phone the three children across the road to see whether they would like to go sledding here at Lial. They are usually interested, and we have fun on the hills. Actually I wanted to try a new sled that someone gave me which the children refer to as the Red Rocket. Now those readers who know who I am will probably wonder, “Why doesn’t she act her age?” Well, I’m practicing for heaven. Only children get in. Maybe I’ll sled in!