Having recently moved from 60 years in coastal California to western Massachusetts (a good bit colder than Boston), I had to learn all the things. Plus, we live on top of a hill on a gravel road in a very rural area. We have livestock, hence there are barn chores at dawn and dusk in winter just like summer, except you don’t have to use a sledgehammer to break the ice in the horses’ water trough in summer.
Here are some things nobody told me.
One, there sure as hell is a difference between 25, 15, and 0 degrees F. If you are looking out a window there might not be, but working in those temperatures is a whole nother story. For 25, flannel-lined jeans, a turtleneck shirt with a heavy wool sweater over it and an insulated barn jacket, medium-insulated gloves, wool socks and heavy rubber boots, wool beanie, is sufficient. Once you get down to zero, you are doing heavyweight thermals under wool under snow parka and snow pants, ski gloves with liners and chemical handwarmers and the equivalent on your feet. Even then, I can only work about 40 minutes out there before my hands and feet are hurting and I have to go warm them up before another stint.
Two, despite all the scary stories, on maintained roads all you really need is some patience and common sense. All the paved roads are salted around here. All the unpaved roads are constantly plowed. I have studded snow tires on my teeny little Honda Fit and rarely have an issue even getting up my hill. Yes indeed we use studded snow tires out here; although they are not useful on the paved roads by and large, they are essential on the many gravel roads which get a coating of packed snow almost as slippery as ice. That brings me to ice.
Snow is just a bit tedious – an obstacle to shovel, wade through, etc. Ice, however, will break your bones. Once the weather has thawed and then frozen again, I need ice cleats to get safely to the barn and back. The ones I like are Katoola NanoSpikes. They stay on my boots all winter – don’t wear them in the house, they will ruin any hardwood floor even through carpet. Ask me how I know. The boots stay in the mudroom – a very handy room in the winter. Things need a place to drip.
Third thing. Real winter is GORGEOUS. It is exalting. Of course everything in cities is ugly at every season (oh yeah, I hate cities), but the countryside could not be more beautiful. Snowshoeing, snowmobiling, cross-country skiing! Sledding!
Bonus: with real winter, you get real spring. Without the last drawn-out miseries of late winter, spring cannot be as sweet.