So cold that one looks for the iced-over puddles to break, at least that is what I remember as a child. The cold never seemed to bother me, or my siblings, and with socks and gumboots [wellies] encasing our feet, off outside we would venture. It was such fun to slam a foot into the frozen puddles to break the ice or to look in the farm water troughs to see if they too, had iced over.
We also kept the cold at bay with lovely warm jackets that our mother had sewn herself, lining them with sheep's wool she had plucked from the barbed-wire fences where the sheep had rubbed along. Her skills were such that she also made sleeping bags lined with wool, not to mention lots of home baking, soups and roast dinners with Yorkshire puddings! Not bad for a war bride from England, who married an Air Force Pilot from New Zealand, with her needing to learn new skills to complement their decision to become farmers, after the end of WW2.
exhaling the momentum
of it's season
stretching cool limbs
to awaken hope...
Frank from dverse poets has prompted us to write a haibun [prose plus haiku] to do with either the Summer solstice or the Winter solstice.
"The word solstice is derived from the Latin sol ("sun") and sistere ("to stand still"), because at the solstices, the Sun's declination appears to "stand still"; that is, the seasonal movement of the Sun's daily path (as seen from Earth) pauses at a northern or southern limit before reversing direction."
Here is the link: Solstice