For those of you suffering under cold, frigid temperatures...I bring you these. Roses. In December.
They're OK, but I'd rather be here...
Singing in the snow in front of my Victorian house with the wide, inviting porch. Singing Christmas carols with the children happily building snowmen and the horses passing by, jingling their sleigh bells.
Is there such a place? Because we want to move there, pronto. This 80-degree weather is unbearable at Christmastime!