That is exactly why I like winter. By November I am more
than ready to slow down and hole up for a while. Of course, the holidays mean
that activity continues for a while longer as we cook, gather together, eat,
party, and celebrate. But finally January does come, the merry-making ends, and
we are left with---winter.
Mornings dawn late and cold. Frost covers the ground. The
birds are at the feeders early and even with their twittering and motion there
is a quiet on the land. Slowly the sun crests the ridge, floods the land with
white light—and all remains still and frozen. Some mornings the sun does not
appear; dark clouds block his face and the world huddles in chilled gray
silence.
In my kitchen, the gray light warms to yellow when we turn
on the lights. Water flows into the kettle. The gas hisses blue as I put the
kettle over the fire. The gas fireplace sends flickering light over me as I sip
my first cup of morning tea, wrapped snugly in my robe and slippers. I watch
day break through the lace-curtained windows and listen to the twittering
birds. Coffee smells filter in as Larry prepares his morning brew. We sit by
the fire, tea and coffee in hand, and discuss what we will do on this winter’s
day.
Perhaps the temperatures will war to above freezing, or perhaps
not. What is a given is that the trees will remain bare skeletons of their
summer selves, the flowers will not bloom; under the earth, bulbs might be
stirring, seeds swelling, and roots digging deeper but on the surface all is
quiet and at rest.
I enjoy the simplicity of this season. I can see the beauty
of the trees’ shapes, I can see unexpected views which once were hidden behind
green leafy curtains. Icicles sparkle and the frost traces delicate patterns on
shed windows. Even the dead weeds take on unexpected beauty in their winter-dried
state, adding golden-brown spikes to winter’s gray and white.
I like the enforced inactivity. Gone is the rush of
summer, the pressure of spring, the demands of autumn. We can simply do nothing
if we choose. Imagine doing that at any other time of year. I can sit by the fire
and watch the flicker of flames and simply enjoy that simple beauty. Of course
there is still work to be done but the pressure is less because there is no
worry about what is not being done in the gardens or the yard while I do other
things. I can pick and choose, while in the warmer months I am scurrying to do
what must be done.
On this winter’s night I hear a dog barking somewhere, and
the whine of someone’s truck crossing the ridge. The only other sound is the
hiss of the gas heater and my fingers on these keys. Yes, I like winter.
You have a balance in your life and know how to be here now. I really enjoy your blog thanks!
ReplyDeleteI love winter too! I love the bare bones of the woods and being able to see what's really there after it's been covered in greenery most of the year. I love the quiet stillness of a cold, crisp morning. Just wish we had some snow in Florida; it's a very rare occurance for us.
ReplyDeleteI have a theory about those folks that like winter and those that don't. When is your birthday? I have a daughter that loves winter . . . and I want to explore my theory. My husband adores Fall. I worship summer. : )
ReplyDeleteThe older I get the less I like snow. Other than snow and ice, I love winter.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to be able to appreciate every season. And you're right, each one has its own place.
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I love all the seasons - I seem to rejoice more in spring - but find that there is a time in my life for all seasons. Our winters here are rainy - in the Pacific Northwest, but when we do get the ocassional snowfall it is glorious and grand to behold, and the children all over town (of all ages) run and jump and slide and play, for they know it is not going to last any longer than a week at the most - then back to rain.
ReplyDeleteGrowing up in Southeast Alaska, we had more rain than WA does now - and we played outdoors every day - if we didn't play out in rain, we simply didn't play outdoors, since it rained so much.
A nice cozy day indoors is good too - seems each season has its glory - and there are so many things that winter gives us, and I heartily agree with your feelings - slow dow - enjoy.
Thank you for such a splendidly written and well thought out post - I really enjoyed it, and now I believe I'll have a cup of tea and some toast. "Bread and water can so easily become Toast and Tea" - happy winter!!
Thank you, Rob. I try to be mindful of each day and each little thing in it. Sometimes I manage it better than others.
ReplyDeleteWell said, Mamabug. I enjoyed Florida the times I visited--the tropical growth, the little towns in the central part of the state were such reminders of one of my favorite books, Cross Creek. Have you read it?
ReplyDeleteNance, my birthday is in June. Does this fit your theory? I'm so curious to hear more!
ReplyDeleteWell, Steve, I guess snow and ice pretty much sum up winter :) But I can understand why some don't like it.
ReplyDeleteJo Ann, I bet growing up in that climate is not at all what we might imagine. We think of Alaska as deep deep snow and ice, but your description is not like that. I remember when I once visited Bainbridge Island I was astonished at the almost tropical growth, and it was early March!
ReplyDeleteI like the relaxed feel of winter. No lengthy sports practice, etc... I can read by the wood stove at night. For me that is heaven!
ReplyDeleteI like winter too - I enjoy slowing down and having chance to think and plan and read and knit.
ReplyDeleteNance, I would love to hear your theory! My birthday is in June and I. Hate. Winter! In fact, I tried really hard to find something to like about it and I can't. I don't like that everything dies in the fall and then it is too cold to go outside where I want to be. But, this year, I am finding that I really notice the days are longer now and the buds on the trees are swelling. When my Mom was alive, she and I would go do a survey of the yard to look for signs of spring to help us hang on! tm
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