I am a bit at a loss. Now is the winter of our discontent? As a Canadian, I am very aware of winter. French Canadians in Quebec celebrate a song which proclaims "mon pay, c'est nest pas un pay, c'est l'hiver." My country is not a country it is winter. Yet, it was +9C yesterday. I live in a balmy corner of the country in an El Niño blessed winter. I have lived in a town that saw -53C and, later, in a province where I stood looking for my car after a blizzard only to realize it was two feet below me. I have seen winter and this is no winter.
And, unlike as I understand of plucky Norway, we generally pretend it is not winter. We cocoon between Yule and spring. I turn up the stove and wear shorts inside all winter. We go on Caribbean holidays or retire to Florida. We don't complain about it. We ignore it. We hibernate or fly south as nature expects. As soon as it is above zero C we wear shorts outside. We say things like "the days are getting longer" and "you sure can feel the heat in the sun" and stuff like that. We buy strawberries at $7.99 a pint flown in from Argentina. They taste like wood. But there are no strawberries in winter so it can't be winter. Right? Right!?!?
What's that got to do with beer? I have no idea. I'm still working through the leftover Christmas liqueurs trying to cope. See you in March.