My attitude toward winter is one of acceptance. A weekend snow means a perfect excuse to stay at home and do nothing. The city grinds to a halt and falls strangely quiet. A snowstorm creates opportunities to read a book, listen to music, or chat a little longer on the phone than I normally would.
Besides, outside there is usually something beautiful to see, like these evergreens. They are easy to admire when going with the kids to the sledding hill, or when out on a tramp to stretch one’s legs.