Outerwear

Around these parts, it's Winter.

Winter is long and Winter is not always easy, but let's face it, Winter is part of Life. Around these parts at least. Although I used to hate winter with a deep abiding passion, well, now I accept it. Because for the love of pete's sake, what am I supposed to do? Wish my life away? 

I'm against that.

Plus? Outerwear.

Although I still don't own boots, I now have a parka.

  A Parka. With a capital P.

Winter is *all* about the outer layers, 'round these parts.

Hmm, some have cuter outerwear than others . . . 

. . . well, some are just cute no matter what.

See comment about "cute" above . . .

. . . ditto . . . 

. . . ditto redux.

Hey Mistah, where's your Parka?

There he is.

If it weren't for Winter we wouldn't have sap running . . .   

. . . and sugar flowing . . . 

. . . or whatever they call the monochromatic hocus pocus science nature witchcraft they do every year that results in pure joy.

I'm just glad we get to attend . . . 

. . . and admire the outerwear . . . 

. . . get a glimpse of the hardware . . . 

. . . and sometimes both.