Here in the Pacific northwest, the temperature is creeping down as our season slips from autumn to winter. Some are hoping for a white Christmas, others have enjoyed the extended warmth.Most are ready for the eventuality of the cold. Pantries are stocked, flash light batteries are fresh, and books are stacked, waiting to be read.
Charming photographs will show crisp, icey scenes of winter wonderlands. We will be thankful for our stove that will keep us warm.
My favorite part of winter weather is the sounds. Snow insulates sound.With no leaves on the trees, we can see our neighbors property. We can hear the chicken during the warm part of the day. Wondering out and complaining about the cold.Trees creaking remind us to be aware of the strength of nature. And the birds singing bouncing off the solid earth like a choir in a cathedral. It is enchanting. It is in these times I understand where the inspiration for a lot of art originated. While the inclination is to hunker down inside and avoid the cold, getting out in it awakens the senses to the beauty around us every day.
We don’t need to wait for perfect circumstances. Beauty surrounds us, if we take time to see.it. Take time today to breath in the crisp,clean air. Feel the cold on your cheeks. it some color in your cheeks, my mother would say. And listen for the song of the snow birds,echoing through the trees.Don’t try to find it, just listen to the beauty.
Bundle up, if you are in a cold climate as well. Thank you for reading.
