Deer hunters are said to like a bit of snow for tracking purposes. This was the scene on our street ten minutes ago.
I haven't heard any gunfire, though we probably have the most deer per square foot here than in the whole state. ( There are restrictions about hunting in town. Even when they decided to cut down on the deer herd.)
Nobody at our house is a hunter. Good Guy is more of a Gatherer, and will shop the whole town for bargains. I don't like to shop at all. I venture out for fabric and yarn on occasion but other shopping is a definite chore. Online shopping is nice for books, though bookstores would be my one exception to the shopping hatred.
I am not a lover of snow and cold any more. Any day from November to April that the roads are clear and we do not have to drive in snow is a day to give thanks, in my book. And this week, while I'm still navigating with a quad cane, is a day to avoid going out in the snow. Unless I get totally stir crazy with cabin fever. It's a mite early for that, but you never know....
