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A December sunset can be a fine sight, though the most vivid ones foretell the bitterest nights.
A couple of inches of new-fallen snow looks pretty, at least for a while, and covers up all that hideous bare ground and dead grass; April snow on green grass and crocuses isn't nearly as nice.
Deeper snow can mean all bets are off and all responsibilities on hold, at least until the plows get through.
Winter-lovers claim to enjoy the look of the world in winter, reduced to basics; the elaborate skeletons of trees, the stark contours of the land laid bare, and so forth. Others are reminded of nudist colonies, where the naked flesh is only sometimes more delightful than its discarded clothes.
Somehow even the heartiest snowbirds are rarely heard to exclaim, "I can't believe it's almost April. Where did the winter go?"
Barbara Holland wrote "Endangered Pleasures: In Defense of Naps, Bacon, Martinis, Profanities, and Other Indulgences" and other books. The above commentary is excerpted from "Endangered Pleasures." ©1995 by Barbara Holland . Reprinted with permission of Little, Brown and Co.