
I love all of the seasons and in Michigan, they are very distinctly different seasons – no blurred lines, each one with a charm all its own. I suppose I, like many of us, used to be a combination of the love winter/hate winter crowd. I used to number the seasons. Autumn was my favorite – then spring, summer and finally winter. I realized this year that I can’t do that anymore. I see their innate beauty and diversity and how each one imparts something to the others.
Winter is a feast of the senses. It’s vibrant in its stark solitude. It’s restful and designed for respite from the business of the planting, tending and harvesting seasons. It is beautifully elegant in its glittering white cloak and soulfully quiet in demeanor. These days I see winter with different eyes and I love it. It’s a time of rest, reflection and hibernation, staying in bed late reading on weekend mornings. I think winter may be my new muse - I’ve even written a poem about it, posted in the past few weeks.
Here is my list of winter delights, both past and present:
Hot tea, cheerful warm fires and sparkling snow
Cozy blankets, warm mittens, soft sweaters and colorful scarves
Rosy cheeks and catching snowflakes on your tongue
Christmas lights and goodwill to others
Steaming bowls of homemade soup and warm bread
Clouds of warm breath in the frigid air
Casseroles shared with family and friends
Birds on the wire keeping warm
Snow angels
Hot cider, steaming chestnuts and snowmen with carrot noses and coal eyes.
Snowballs and sleds
Frozen lakes dotted with ice shanties
Warm steamy clouds rising from the city sewers
Sparkling stars in a cold, clear silent night sky
Being warm in the cold
More time to rest
Reading in bed
Time to reflect
Time to plan
Time to be grateful
Hibiscus or Paper Whites in a cup to bring thoughts of spring
Winter is lovely.