January has always been my least favorite month of the year. It's cold. The coldest month of the year as far as I'm concerned. It's cold on day one, it's cold on day thirty one. Because it's so cold, whatever snow you have that falls doesn't really melt. Here in Utah, you have to add one other thing, it's gray. We live in a valley with beautiful mountains on either side of it. It's a very beautiful place to live. But, in January, we get inversions. It's like putting a lid on top of a bowl of soup and it traps the horrible gunk that is in the air in our little valley. It's just a nasty, ugly, gray of gray smoky stink. That snow that doesn't melt, it turns ugly gray. It's not pretty at all. The exhaust, the dirt, the smoke all attaches itself to the snow. It's completely ugly. I don't care what people say, February is cold - but, by the end of the month, it's so much better. This year has been am...
The ramblings of a middle aged woman who loves being a wife, a mother and a grandmother