Well, I’m not a fan of struggling over the ice when the lane to my house turns into a luge run. I don’t like driving in the snow. The older I get, the more sensitive to cold I seem to be. But…….there are the winter gifts to love.
Big bowls of lentil soup.
Glowing fires to settle by.
Icy ponds and rivers.
The artistry of bare branches.
The molten wintry skies at dawn.
The extra efforts put forth in the quest for treats.
The special visitors.
Even the watchful eyes of the bold predators.
The great, windswept skies.
The quiet moments to create.
I’m happy with these slow months of winter sanctuary when the earth becomes a little quieter.