|"Nonna's Farm," photograph by Terry Rowe|
My measurement of winter is more personal, although still quantifiable.
How many layers of clothes did I wear before heading outside? At least three, topped by a down vest and then a coat. Gloves, scarves, and hats required.
Did I break out the snow boots? I did, they’ve spent the winter in my kitchen by the back door.
Did the snow shovels come out of the shed? They lived on the side porch this winter and got quite a workout.
Was the bill for heating huge? It was. Ouch.
How many days was my office closed because of weather? Four, although not a day of rest – snow had to be shoveled, cars cleared off, and other chores completed to keep the house and property safe during storms.
And, the last, most telling measure of a long cold dark winter is how many pots of posole did I make? Five, posole is a traditional Mexican soup / stew. It’s hearty and filling. Every time I knew we were in for a long cold stretch of it I’d make a bit pot of posole and have filling food for days.
So today, facing the last few hours of winter I have taken its measure and we are complete. Onward to spring.