Cold Weather Shananigans

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields that it kisses them so gently and then it covers them snug, you know with a quilt, and perhaps it says, “go to sleep darlings, til summer comes again.” ~ Lewis Carol.

The last week, here on the Front Range, the temperatures plummeted. Finally.

We got snow in September of last year, because well, last year was 2020 and why not get snow in September. I did not record it in any way, because it was 2020 and it was kinda… normal I guess.

But then, winter never really came.

Christmas was brown and dry. It was almost 50 degrees on Thanksgiving.

So, winter came. And I think for the first time in a lot of years, I wasn’t really mad about it. Because it came beautifully. Covered everything in frost. And it was so pretty, I skipped things and went outside. I took the puppy out and he ran and ran and got covered in snow and froze himself to the point of needing to be held. I went to the top of the town. I made ice orbs out of balloons. I tried to blow bubbles to watch them freeze and no matter how hard I try, it never works. I wandered. And literally breathed in the cold air. I think my lungs needed it.

I’m not able to be on the ski slopes. I may not ever to again, which is OK with me. But I still need to be able to appreciate this sometimes. I can’t promise it will last long. And I do miss the time that my little one would help me with the projects and filling water balloons in the middle of winter… but still.. I’m proud of myself for appreciating it at all.

Because I’m not a winter person….