I like winter. I really do. Mostly. I like cocooning at home, hunkering down in my office and writing. I like walking in the snow and cold (so long as it isn’t too cold and that’s relative. What was too cold a few months ago is not so bad today). I like not having a lot of gardening and yard work to do though I am at the place that I looking forward to it. I enjoy having time to catch up on visits with friends and good books.
This week we had a heavy snowfall. About 12″. Stunningly beautiful. But deep. I couldn’t walk on the road until a vehicle went by and broke a trail. It continues to look nice. But spring will be glorious with bright flowers and green grass.
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”
? John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America