What's to love about winter? Walking in a snow storm at dusk.
I wasn't planning to take a walk today; it wasn't on my to-do list with wash the sheets, clean out the refrigerator, pay some bills, water plants, take Youngest for an appointment, and paint the inside of the rusty bathroom cabinet. But suddenly at 5 pm I realized I wanted to walk in the falling snow, to feel the boot squeak of crystals in every step, to breath scarf warmed air, to feel ice tipped snowflakes lightly sting my cheeks.
What's (not) to love about winter?
Ask that question on a cold January day in the northeastern US when yet another winter storm is forecast for the coming days, and who knows what you'll hear: sleet, scraping the windshield, static electricity in my hair/clothes, cold feet, wintry mix, wet gloves...the list is endless because it is the winter of our discontent...the weather of our discontent.
So, I'm setting out to discover what IS to love about winter, and I'm hoping to post my observations here regularly, maybe even daily. In a way, I'm simply continuing a project I worked on in October on facebook (which you can look at here) based on this quote from R.W Emerson:
"To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same fields, it beholds every hour a picture which was never seen before and shall never be seen again."
Which is all well and good in October, a month filled with leaf glory and late harvest. But it's January now and I'm wondering what there is to see, even to the attentive eye. Beauty in bleak midwinter, with Christmas a fading memory and temperatures dropping to single digits in the coming days? I wonder, am I up to the challenge, or will the novelty will fade like a weak sun in late afternoon cloud cover? Still, I am intrigued by the possibility of seeking moments of beauty, glimpses of glory every single day.
It's not just about what I see with my eye, it's a matter of the heart. It's about contentment, it's about thankfulness. I don't want to just grit my teeth and hang on by a thread until spring, I want to live a life of gratitude now, to find reasons for joy every single day.
Please join me in discovering what's to love about winter?!
January 1 What's to love about winter? warm stuff to wear...
I'm finding my way beyond the maze of the "middle" years