I hate snow.  I hate Winter.  I hate these 5 months of sterile suspended animation, this living death, that nature inflicts each year.  I hate weather that can so readily destroy my life and property if I'm not careful. 

Birds don't sing in Winter, and why would they?  For them, each day is an excruciating  struggle against  a frozen, starving death. 

I love the changing landscape from May to September as things grow and live from day to day.  I love sitting on my porch on a hot July afternoon and seeing God's extraordinary idea-- life--resplendent around me.  I love growing vegetables.   I love being able to go outside without having to wrap myself in protection against the horrible crap that awaits me.   I love the idea that the only proper place for ice is in my gin and tonic.

And my cat agrees.