Ain't seen nothing yet - wait until those infamous two weeks of Feb - REALLY bitter cold and it's also the "Snow Month" or, as called by the Indians of yesteryear: the "Moon when the trees crack because of the cold." (Moon of the Snapping Trees",) and "SHOULDER TO SHOULDER AROUND THE FIRE MOON"
I just keep saying: "It's getting closer to "The Melting Moon"(April) also called - "Frog Moon".
I know winter's back is finally broken when I hear the first wood frogs 'clackering' from the nearby bog...and a couple weeks later, my favorite of all - the Spring Peepers. Nothing beats drifting off to sleep with the Peeper Symphony wafting through the window - A reminder, every spring, of "Oh yeah, this is why I live in Maine."
And from there on, each day brings another reminder - and appreciation. (Rewards for putting up with winter)
LOL!
In our family, our definition of “cold” can be revealed by standing outside while you sniff in the air.
If your nostrils stick - then it’s cold.