Let’s face it. The gorgeous days of summer are a distant memory. Fall is long gone. Winter is here. And I want to run into hiding.
Yes, I am a lousy New Englander. On snow days, I am the one pulling my hair out from cabin fever because I do not want to get wet, cold, and miserable from being outside.
I’ve been told I need to start liking winter in Boston, if not for me, then for my kids. I really do owe it to them to try to like winter. And, honestly, I’m getting tired of feeling trapped indoors. (Yes, my neck of the Boston woods does have great indoor escapes from winter. But still.)
So this year, I want to try to get myself and the kids outside. I’m not saying I’m going to love it, but I will try to like it.
This year, my family will get outside and build a snowman. He will have a carrot nose. There may be snow angels, too.
I will take my daughter sledding at Walnut Hill. She will squeal with delight, and I will scream for dear life.
I will sign my daughter up for a cross-country skiing lesson at Weston Ski Track. Even better, maybe my husband and I will go one day without the kids.
We will go for a hike around Broadmoor Wildlife Sanctuary. We will look for animal tracks, hear the crunch of the snow, and see the frozen water.
We’ll head to the iconic Boston Common for ice skating at Frog Pond. The classic Boston winter bucket list item, right?
Yes, I really do hope my mission to tolerate and accept winter will work. I hope to embrace even the tiniest bit of winter, or at least fake my way through it.
And, if not, there’s always hot chocolate at Chocolate Therapy.