January 3, 2010
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Confession
I have a confession to make…
I am one of those people who like winter. Yup, there it is. In a state whose citizens are annually surprised that white stuff falls from the sky and sticks to the ground, I love the change of seasons. I don’t do any of the winter stuff that winter afficionados revel in. Don’t ski. Don’t skate. Don’t like hockey or basketball.I used to like sledding but having reached – or almost reached – that “certain age” the percussion of bouncing down the hill leaves my back in pieces for a week, so I don’t do that anymore either. But all of that notwithstanding, I like the change of season, the quiet sleeping earth, blanketed in the blustery, frozen cold of northeast Ohio. Our mistress, Lake Erie, brings us surprises on an almost daily basis and listening to the weather people is more to be able to make fun of rather than count on the accuracy of their forecasts. They rarely get it right, especially because what is happening in one town is frequently NOT happening five miles away. So, I bask in today, even as my fingers are just beginning to thaw from filling the car with gas. My toes are still frozen and I appreciate the value of a good pair of boots – which I don’t own, by the way. The world blusters away outside my window and as soon as the clock strikes the correct hour I am off to an antique store to look at some dishes and contemplate what furniture I want to buy and maybe pick up a new piece of glass for the windowsill. Winter is a good time for color and light coming int he window on the rare days of sunshine. And it’s a good time for reflection and thinking and discovery. Soon enough it will be time to look for seeds and buy top soil and grow green things. For now, this time, this searching and reflection are a necessary part of the seasonal landscape and I embrace it all with joy.And so it goes
Comments (3)
I am also a fan of winter!!! I planted paperwhites just three weeks ago and some are already in bloom. Weird, that. But I think the twittering of the birds and squirrels I feed helped them open. I like the quiet of this time of year. OK, there is the occasional snow-blower noise, but…
I only like winter mornings when I’m still in my toasty bed with my toasty cat and the air in my bedroom is crispy cold.
I like being in it too. Although it was too blistering today to go on the trail walk. It was sunny though! I can tell the temperature that way. It’s easier with just two: too cold to walk and walkable.
You nailed it with the people for the most part. So many seem very surprised to see snow.