|I HAD to do it....|
Matt teases me mercilessly about my hermit-tendencies in winter. I'd rather be wrapped up in robes and blankets, curled on the couch or (better yet) standing within inches of the woodstove frying my leg hairs off than walking in snow with wind whipping my face and freezing my eyelids open. But hey, that's just me.
So I am a bit of a recluse in winter. I admit it.
But I forced myself to go for a walk one balmy day of about 27 degrees- knowing that the single digits were looming in the forecast and if I didn't go to the woods then, I wouldn't get another chance for a while. Winter woods are echoey and crisp and still (except for the children who romp along beside) and always, always beautiful.
I feel very blessed to get to see such beauty on this hill- each season brings with it new extravagance and pomp. Winter is no different.
I only wish that I could WARM UP, for goodness' sake.
I do envy the city apartment with thermostats that can be pushed to 'stuffy' with a mere button touch and living rooms with fireplaces (even fake ones). Especially when the quilt that hangs between doorways to keep out the cold, hangs convexly as it fights against the heavy wind that pushes and shoves it. SURELY a window must be open....a door? Nope. Not even one.