As my husband keeps pointing out, I was raised in southern California. I grew up as a very outdoorsy tomboy on a dairy farm in LA county.
I was outside all the time
a) because I was one of the oldest of a VERY big Catholic family and we lived in a very small house
b) because going outside was one of the only ways to get any privacy
c) because the dairy was big (I think about 62 acres, shared with Mr. Schmidt's dairy next door) and there was so much to explore
I spent a lot of time watching the cows give birth in the dry cows' corral, making a "house" in the haystacks, playing in Coyote Creek and catching frogs there, climbing trees, playing cowboys and Indians with my sisters, brothers, and cousins next door. But it almost never rained...and it CERTAINLY never snowed. I had complete freedom to wander. As long as I was in by dinnertime, life was golden.
Now, don't get me wrong, I LOVE Oregon. I LOVE Portland. It's best on sunny days but I don't really mind it in the rain. BUT being stuck in my house on snowy Portland days drives me to distraction. I NEED to be outside of my house for at least part of every day. NEED TO.
Luckily for me, those snowy days tend to pass pretty quickly but seriously! When I heard it might snow again next week, I about lost it. Come on, weather gods, give me a break!
I am the same way, although I grew up in Washington. I usually put on boots and three layers of clothing and walk around my neighborhood. Just to get the fresh air!
Posted by: Margaret | Sunday, February 25, 2018 at 02:55 PM