January in Newfane. In this era of unpredictable weather—no matter what you call it—that means everything from 50 degrees and raining to double digits below zero. Currently, my phone tells me it’s 28, with a low today of 9. That’s old-school, weather-wise. (Inner voice begins, “Why in my youth I remember ice-skating for Thanksgiving break, and piles of now taller than I was on either side of the narrow canyon to the street. . . “
Whatever the weather, there’s always something wonderful there. Even if it’s just sitting on the sofa with a good book, a glass of wine, and a roaring fire. Here’s to 2013, wherever you are!