A week of it. Days are sunny but it never gets close to freezing. Nights drop down around minus 15-20 Celsius: single or negative single digits Fahrenheit.
The sky is pale blue, clear but a little hazy -- we can't see Ararat. The house is cool even with the heat on full blast. Claudia curls up on the couch, blanket wrapped around her, whimpering: she can't get warm. I don't mind the cool so much but damn do I hate it when the car doesn't work. We got it started and out the driveway yesterday, but it was an hour of work: spinning wheels, chipping ice, finally bringing dirt to splash all over the slipperiest bits. The car lacks winter tires; it's okay on the main roads, which are mostly clean, but on the ice-covered side streets it handles like a... well, it doesn't really "handle". You sort of aim it and pray.
The boys complain that it's too cold, too cold to go outside, but in fact once you get them out and running around they like it pretty well. On Saturday we walked a couple of kilometers, down the street to the little general store and back. David got unhappy towards the end because he kept getting snow inside his boots, but otherwise they did very well... Jacob, in particular, managed to walk almost the whole way. Which I think is pretty good for two-and-a-quarter, walking on snow and ice.
No snowballs or snowmen, though. The snow is too powdery. Maybe if it warms a bit.
Anyway. I mind all this less than I would in, say, Chicago, because I know it'll be over in a few weeks. Winters here are cold but not long. It'll be getting damp and mild by early March, and by April the garden will be exploding in bloom.
Of course, we won't be here to see that. C'est la vie du consultant.