Quirky Stories


I know that it is February. I know that in Ohio, February often means cold…and snow. However, the Texan in me is NOT a fan. I prefer the cold to be in my books and if forced to deal with the white stuff, I like to do it from the comfort of my living room with a warm cup of coffee and fuzzy socks.

My children and husband have a very different view! So over the last several days they have been taking full advantage of sledding and snow ball fights. Though the snow we have is not the heavy wet stuff that is best for building snow men and snow balls. I had no idea there were multiple types of snow, and what the building properties of each was, until I fell in love with a man who yearns for cold winters!

I enjoy the pictures of my girls having fun in the snow. But I am the queen of having hot cocoa ready for when the chill eventually drives them back in (usually within thirty minutes for my youngest and after I have to warn my oldest, she could get frostbite if she stays out any longer).

What about you? Do you yearn for sledding and snow fort building? Or are you more partial to the less wet, warm and toasty inside? (Yes, this was a biased way to ask the question – and I stand by it.)

Hope everyone is having a lovely winter, if you’re in the Northern Hemisphere. And for those of you in the Southern Hemisphere, please feel free to send a bit of your summer heat this way!

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Snow: Love it or Hate it?

Here in the northern hemisphere, winter has arrived! And as a girl who now lives in the northern part of the United States, the chillier temperatures mean the possibility of snow.

I didn’t always live up north, however. I used to live in sunny Florida. Snow was just a thing of beautiful postcards and wishful thinking. And then I met the man who would become my husband. And although I met him in Florida, he wasn’t from there. He was from the aforementioned Postcard Land. Where it snows.

When we moved up north, I eagerly awaited that white fluff and marveled at it when it arrived. One year turned into two, which turned into many more. And although the arrival of snow is still magical, I’m a little less enthralled with it nowadays. Because it means I have to drive in it. And take care of my barn animals in it. In the cold. With fingers and toes that wished they were back inside my nice heated home.

So although those pretty flakes may have lost a little of their luster, the first real snow of the season is still a beautiful sight. It means hot spiced cider. And sleds. And snowmen. So if I had to vote one way or the other, I’d have to confess that I still love the snow. In spite of the inconveniences that come along with it.

Do you live where it snows (or wish that you did)? If so, what’s your verdict? Do you love it? Or do you pine for the arrival of spring?

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British weather – how we love it! by Jennifer Taylor

While friends in Australia have been sweltering in 45C heat, here in the UK we have had our first snow of the winter. It hasn’t been all that heavy compared to some countries but it has created the usual havoc.
Trains and planes have been cancelled, schools have closed and business have struggled to survive thanks to employees being stuck in traffic jams. For a country which can face several changes of weather in a single day, we seem very ill-prepared when it comes to dealing with our climate.
I have a theory that we actually prefer it this way. We Brits like nothing better than to complain about the vagaries of our weather. It’s too hot, too cold, too wet, too foggy – you’re never stuck for something to talk about when you live here!
It also presents us with a challenge and there’s nothing we enjoy more than a bit of adversity. Yesterday I popped into the village for some milk, a trip that usually takes no more than ten minutes. An hour later I arrived home after having chatted to at least a dozen neighbours who had all struggled out through the snow. We complained bitterly about the cold, the slippery conditions, the fact that the roads hadn’t been cleared – and all came home feeling so much better for it. Our weather presents us with some wonderful social occasions.
The other lovely thing about the recent snow is watching my 2 year-old grandson’s delight when he encountered the freezing white stuff for the first time. I took him out into the garden last Friday and he had the most wonderful time, catching snowflakes on his tongue, eating handfuls of it, lying on the ground and making snow angels, and snowballing nana! I feel so lucky to be able to watch him enjoying all these new experiences.

That thought brings me on to my new book (Surprise, surprise!) The Son That Changed His Life tells the story of French doctor Benedict Legrange and his shock on discovering that he has a child. After being treated for cancer, Ben was informed that he would be unable to father a child so when Emily, his girlfriend, told him that she was pregnant with his baby, he didn’t believe her. Now he has returned to Bride’s Bay and seen Emily and little Theo he realises what a terrible mistake he has made. He is overwhelmed at the thought that he has a son. He wants nothing more than to spend his life with Emily and Theo, loving and caring for them but is it right when his cancer could come back? Surely it would be better for them if he left?
It’s a quandry for Ben to decide what he should do but what do you think? Are you the sort of person who would grab happiness with both hands? Or would you try to make a more measured decision? I’d love to hear your views!
love to you all,