Winter hath deceived me, I am afraid. I now understand my resentfulness this December, and it comes down to this: this no white blankets out my window, no severe storm warnings have robbed me of my comfortable traditions.
You see, this time of the year I would be sporting Country Man’s thick, long wool Cabela’s socks, drinking coffee all day with my hair pinned up, scuffling about the house, contemplating whether to make sugar cookies or watch Christmas movies. Because after all, it is much to cold to be outside.
But now, it’s so… so… beautiful! It’s terrible!
Let me show you…
Last year around Christmas:
This year around Christmas:
Um. Hello? Snow, you there?
However, can I say one thing. This lovely weather has been a gift, I am realizing. Last year I was nearly crazy from the hidden sun and weary of the bitter cold, the mass of snow out my doors.
Now I am taking hikes through the hills, Country Man leading the way with tall legs, holding branches from my face and friends to our side to enjoy the journey with.
The girls laughed at the sight of remaining snow in the valley of trees, and with great amusement considered having Christmas down there.
The men accessed the ground that the cattle and wild animals only travel. We were the trespassers.
I could have brought my camera, but some experiences are meant to be relished with full attention.
Attention to the beauty of love in friendships and family.
Attention the sun or the snow, whichever you have.
Attention to the love swelling in our hearts as we walk next to the ones we cherish.
And this, my friends, is how I hope you enjoy your Christmas. Among those you love, and in full awareness of the beauty that surrounds.