Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
Humans could hibernate. I have said it many times before..... Imagine...... . Pigging out all summer to get ready to eat everything in sight in the fall when all is delicious. Being glad to find your jeans getting tighter and your elbows starting to sag.
Imagine.....at the first sign of a snowflake or a temperature below fifty, finding a warm, snug comfy spot. My bedroom would work for me, although it is often not all that warm. Failing that a lovely cave lined with wool gleaned from sheep or milkweed fluff or some other warm and cozy substance. Imagine.... Sleeping. ALL WINTER. Waking up in the spring, shaking out the wrinkles in your newly skinny self and basking in the glory of longer days and warmer sunshine. And then doing it all over again. No dieting. Ever. No slipping and sliding on ice or fighting frostbite...sometimes indoors....or being all grumpy from the clouds and short days. No struggling through the "holiday" season, which is a misery from some of us Gloomy Gusses. The only downside I can see is that bears are among the most iconic hibernators and although I do like fish I prefer it cooked.