1. The dogs. The cold revs them up, then knocks them out--they run like crazy when I take them out, then collapse in front of the wood stove while I get my work done. Also, at these low temperatures the snow is powdery and dry, and does not form huge ice balls on Bisou's "feathers." If there's one thing I hate, it's ice balls on a dog.
2. The light. Forget the solstice blues. The sun on the snow makes everything as bright as a Mediterranean beach in the middle of June. The geraniums in the sun porch are blooming their hearts out, the Meyer lemons are ripening, and spring is practically around the corner.
3. The ticks. I hope that they're having a hard time with these single-digit nights, and that we'll get a break from the plagues that have followed the recent not-so-cold winters.
4. The silence...