I feel like an old man as I watch the blustery snow swirl outside my window. I'm wrapped in a warm sweater, drinking an aromatic herbal tea and I am at peace. " All I am missing, " I think to myself, " is a pipe and my cranky old man persona would be complete. " Winter gives me time to think. I hate the winter, the cold and the dark of it. I hate the short days, the snow and the cold rain. I hate the very thought of dealing with it. It was winter that drove me south all those years ago. We have yet to have a harsh winter since moving back to Western Pennsylvania. We have had cold snaps and snow of course, but the snaps haven't settled in for months and the snow - while heavy at times - has generally melted away quickly. This has made the winter bearable for me. Winter gives me a break, a moment to stop and catch my breath before the busy seasons begin again. Lately I've been thinking about work and what I have to do come ...
Can the City Mouse adjust to life in the country? The day to day adventures of a "city boy" in rural PA trying to adjust to things like chopping wood, growing his own food and dealing with the horrors of the complete lack of a decent Chinese restaurant.