Everyone around me complained about the cold. They complained about the ice and snow, the slush, and the bad road conditions. But do you have any idea how many happy cross-country skiers there were this season? I had good skiing anytime I wanted it, without traveling more than a block from my own house. Ontario winters tend to be wet and crappy, hovering in around the freezing point, melting and refreezing, leaving dirt and slush but no snow.
This year we had snow, lots of it. And it was truly glorious. The weather was cold enough to stay frozen, but not too cold (-15C, or 5F was about average). I enjoyed the weather with a windbreaker outfit and a thin sweater, and I'm pretty sure that for every person complaining about the cold, a farmer in Manitoba was just rolling his eyes at what we consider a "hard" winter. Assuming his eyeballs weren't frozen solid out there.
It's been about twenty-five years since we had a winter like this, and I may not see another in my lifetime. I'm going to enjoy summer, but I really enjoyed this winter.