There are many times when it is icy cold that I flashback to summer’s dreadful heat and ask: Which do I prefer—winter’s biting chill or summer’s depressing and nauseating highs?
While I grew up without air conditioning and can remember manual labor in the hot sun, I have concluded that winter is better. Hot soup by a wood-burning fire is more pleasant than temperatures that soar past 100 degrees. Back on the farm in those high-heat times, I dreamed of swimming in a mountain lake and sleeping with a big fan that would keep me cool through the night.