Baby it's cold outside

Ok...I remember now...this is what cold feels like.  Actually, I am not sure I have ever been this cold.  My first steps into the Iowa air took my breath away and stopped me in my tracks...where are those gloves?  Why didn't I put them on BEFORE I came outside?  And it was snowing!  What was I thinking?  Iowa?  In March? 

But here is what Iowa in March is...I mean, besides really, really, really cold:  huge, wide open spaces covered with snow that is almost blindingly white in the sun.  Faded turquoise blue and deep red barns, side by side in fields with horses trotting around in the snow (probably trying to keep warm!).  Rivers and lakes, partially fozen, ranging in color from deep blue to frosty silver.  Parks with craggy trees and rolling hills (and a raptor center!), full of runners and cross-country skiers.  Lots of history, from the very cool Fossil Gorge to the museums on campus.  Crazy people...I mean hardy Iowans, sledding down hills in jackets and shorts, or walking across the street in a t-shirt and gloves.  And best of all, my fabulous son and my fabulous daughter-in-law, whose love warms my heart.