I love our usual January, when a fifty-degree rainy day might be followed by a seventy five degree sunny day which might be followed by a thirty degree snowy day which might be followed by a sixty degree balmy day. The constant variation, coupled with the thrill of stark landscapes and winter birds, makes me glad I live here.
I enjoy the warmth of the winter days, but I know it's got trouble embedded within it. It's a bit like the 2005 Spring. Glorious, gorgeous days--but there's a price to be paid for such things. The absence of the Spring rain that gorges and muddies the clay and blackland meant we now are in a deep drought.
I hope for rain, and snow, and miserable weather. But I'll enjoy the sun as best as I can until it arrives.