With a long, hard, cold spell in December, winter's memory lingers. Despite record-breaking warmth in January, we all understand it's still winter.
It's a season determined as much by the movement of the Earth and sun as by the weather of the moment. So on a cool, sunny February day, with thunderclouds over the Siskiyous punctuating the blue sky, Have You Heard ventured into Ashland's Lithia Park to ask women, "What will you miss about winter?"
Years ago, I heard someone say that summer is winter for the soul, and winter is summer for the soul. What I will miss about winter is that deepening for the soul.
I'll miss the ice on the duck pond. I'll miss the solitude of winter, where you feel like you want to hunker down inside by a warm fire. Winter gave me time to write poetry.
I'm going to miss going south to get out of the cold. When I used to ski and do winter sports, I enjoyed winter, but going south is the only thing I miss anymore.
I'll miss wearing sweaters. They're comfortable and form-fitting. I'll miss curling up beside the fire.
I like to get up and run, and it's going to be really hot soon. Today I went running at 11:30, and it was perfect. In the summer, I'll have to get up at 6:30.
I'm from Wisconsin, and I've had enough winters for a lifetime. I don't like the snow. The fog here is better than slippery roads. I'll miss nothing about winter.
I used to live in Florence, Ore., and I'll miss the frost on the dunes. In some places it will lift the sand, and it looks like fur. They call it hoarfrost. I'll miss the lobster mushrooms that grow in the right conditions.
We didn't have much winter this year, so I actually miss winter. It's always fun watching the kids and the dogs play in the snow. That's probably my favorite part.