“Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I am normally not a “winter” person. This year I am trying to enjoy it.
For instance, I was on the edge of my seat in my office today as the temperature dropped by 20+ degrees.
Seriously though, I do love my home more in the winter. Other times of the year, I love my yard, porch, Adirondack chairs, etc.
I can enjoy sipping hot chocolate, watching TV &/or reading while curled under a blanket. In the summer, I hardly touch down on the couch.
I never would have taken time to take up watching Downton Abbey in the summer. It is now making Sundays even better!
Winter = comfort food.
Dreaming of outside projects for the yard just might be more enjoyable than actually doing them … plus it is cheaper and my muscles aren’t aching.
Sleep – I mean the long hours of darkness are just begging for me to close my eyes. Whoever thought summer days were lazy … was crazy … or didn’t grow up on a farm, anyway.
No pigs. Not that I don’t like pigs, but I do not love pig chores in the winter. I doubt that Pig Farmer will get past the spring-summer without pigs on the property. But since he is traveling so much, I am glad to have easier chores!
No sunburn. My pale-white, dry skin is just so much nicer than my freckles … Hello? Where is the silver-lining?
Winter just might be saving us money on groceries. If I am faced with the prospect of grocery-shopping on a cruddy, winter day, I will often decide to find something to make for supper from the freezer. My family should be grateful I care enough to scrounge up the freezer-burned pot pie, four fish sticks, brussel sprouts and shriveled-up strawberries. After all, there are people starving in the world.
Ah, the joy of winter.