Cold morning! Time to get the fireplace going and get excited about winter. Yes, you heard me right, get excited about winter. Every season of the year, just like every season of life, has its joys. I look forward to that all-important first "snow" day! It will be here before we know it. If the kids are lucky, it will sneak up on us before Christmas. The excitement usually builds at least the night before, as the weather forecasters begin rolling their maps out. I hear a local station's weather tune in my head right now...and I know my children are familiar with it! I get as excited as they do because it means that we can all sleep in. It also means that if my youngest needs homework help, there will be at least two nights and a day to get it done. It's a treat for me, too.
That's only ONE joy of winter. The barren landscape has a beauty all its own. How, you ask? Well, I understand the question. I remember when I first realized that all references to Christmas had gone out of the public schools, and that my children would be having "Winter" parties in December. "Who in this wide world celebrates winter," I remember asking incredulously of other parents. "The trees look like sticks, everything is brown and it's FREEZING!"
I guess this year, I will look at the landscape differently. For one thing, I will see that it is pregnant with the potential of spring. Hidden in each bough is a leafy explosion waiting to be let out. Secondly, I should be able to see the beautiful cardinals I love so much much more distinctly on those barren branches. The deer will stand out in stark relief on the barren hillsides. Lastly, I love the way my neighborhood looks under a canvas of white. Like something from a modern-day version of "It's a Wonderful Life." I am determined to mine the joys of the season, camera in hand.
That's only ONE joy of winter. The barren landscape has a beauty all its own. How, you ask? Well, I understand the question. I remember when I first realized that all references to Christmas had gone out of the public schools, and that my children would be having "Winter" parties in December. "Who in this wide world celebrates winter," I remember asking incredulously of other parents. "The trees look like sticks, everything is brown and it's FREEZING!"
I guess this year, I will look at the landscape differently. For one thing, I will see that it is pregnant with the potential of spring. Hidden in each bough is a leafy explosion waiting to be let out. Secondly, I should be able to see the beautiful cardinals I love so much much more distinctly on those barren branches. The deer will stand out in stark relief on the barren hillsides. Lastly, I love the way my neighborhood looks under a canvas of white. Like something from a modern-day version of "It's a Wonderful Life." I am determined to mine the joys of the season, camera in hand.
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