I love this time of year...a time of nesting, of reading, of reflecting, of conversing and...of writing. A time of sharing slow-cooked meals and of snuggling with a cat who...ouch!...likes to attack petting hands. Don't get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy the cold outdoors. Nothing compares to a walk in the snowy woods, where Robert Frost's words haunt at intersecting trails. I love the crunch of snow and the brilliant sun on the fresh white stuff. Or at night, the sprinkling of stars in the huge night sky. Winter is winter and since this is Winnipeg, it's not going away anytime soon.
It's the cycle of nature that comforts most. With the December solstice now behind us, winter's end lights up the distant horizon. Knowing that spring will come, lets me enjoy the cold for what it is. Temporary—like life. My word for the new year is PATIENCE.
Happy Trails to you!
