The past few days we’ve had very pleasant temperatures for winter, lows in the low 20s and highs in the mid 30s.
What this means, of course, is that when it’s snowed, the snow is perfect snowball/snowman-type snow; fairly wet and sticky. It sticks to the trees and the mountains and the hills, giving everything that well-frosted look.
The other evening as the temperature dropped, all the humidity condensed and we had thick fog, giving everything a more etherial feel.
Basically, it’s beautiful outside, and warm enough to actually go out and enjoy it in comfort.
In Boston, we’ve had the weather you describe, plus five degrees. Nice temperatures, but they do ugly things to the snow. Hard to keep your feet dry and your pants clean. In fact, there’s an assertive reason to live in Vermont right there.
Generally, I find Texas winters to be far too warm for my tastes. 70s are the norm and 80s aren’t at all uncommon, so it’s often difficult to really get in the mood with coats and sweaters, corduroy and the like.
When fronts come through, things usually get pretty windy, sometimes with thunderstorms included, but the cooler weather doesn’t seem to last near long enough. And you can usually forget about any beautiful blanket of snow. Sometimes, rarely, it’ll happen but often as not we’ll get black ice instead, a thin, treacherous, invisible layer that’s slicker 'n cat snot.
A real danger we have is in late winter when the warm temps cause trees and blooms to come out too early, only to encounter one last cold snap. Tends to put a bit of a damper on Spring’s potential after such.
I miss some of the more northern climes, in which the seasons are much more distinct, when there’s no doubt about either winter’s or summer’s arrival.