The weather report promises more snow and record low temperatures for the next few days. In some parts of Germany, a few schools and offices had to close. Frankfurt airport had to cancel 17 flights this morning. Hotels, emergency rooms, and snow plowing services, as well as the German ADAC, work around the clock.
At the moment, the thermometer reads -3C° in the Frankfurt area compared to – 34.8C° (- 30.6 Fahrenheit) in Bucharest, Romania.
This is the way winter should be and this is how I experienced it as a child, growing up in a farm house without central heating. At night I could see the breath’s vapor rising while changing into pajamas. My window was decorated with icicles, which I probably would have broken off, only if I had been able to open the frozen-shut window.
We always had red cheeks when we came in from sledding and our hands would turn bright red once we warmed them above the wood stove. But life did not stand still – school did not close (we walked there), the cows and pigs still needed to be fed, and we enjoyed winter time.
Icicles are back again!
Nowadays flights get canceled, buses do not run, and train rail switches are frozen. Global and local means of mobility have managed to immobilize us in such a cold spell.
Keep your healh, PLEASE. It is not so cold in London. Therefore, I could have to leave Germany. That means I will be able to bring new flower from here to Germany in March?! Absolutely of course. Especially in her church!
It is supposed to get even colder this weekend, down to – 15C°, and it is still snowing.
I love it! Now I could only wish for a fireplace with cracking pine cones, two arm chairs and some whiskey. We have the latter two only…
Oh, I can not drink whiskey. I will ask my hostfamily which english whiskey is nice. I trained some english whiskey in Christmas party here. I could not taste it, because it was of course so strong for me. By the way, our hearts is always warm.
I too remember well my childhood here in England, with out breath coming out like steam when we woke up each morning , and the beautiful patterns of frost on the insides of all the windows, especially the bedroom windows. A real fire in the grate, hot buttered toast and crumpets, cooked breakfasts, and lots of fun out in the snow wearing Wellington boots , warm coats, mufflers, gloves and hats… it was never a problem. And, like you, we all walked to school anyway, there was no public transport, so it didn’t make any difference to us, we just left home a bit earlier and thoroughly enjoyed our walk. My father would walk all the way to East Croydon station, several miles away… no wonder there were never any overweight people in those days!