After weeks of seeing other blogs happily (and some not so happily) post pictures of wintery days, I can finally do the same. Just yesterday I was wondering if it would ever look and feel like winter. Highs were in the low 70s, lows in the 40s. The yard was filled with birds hopping all around and the air was singing choruses of chirpping. It was then that I realized where the birds fly “south for the winter”– here.
I’m not saying I completely love a frozen nose and chattering teeth, but to experience every season in it’s fullest makes the year more rhythmic. This is my baking season. Who doesn’t love the smell of baked goods lingering as the fire roars. As much as we “slack off” of our lessons in the fall and summer, we more than make up for in the winter. Long cold days call for much reading and learning here. Cuddling under a blanket and discovering things we never knew about the human body, and diving into a world before electricity as we read about Benjamin Franklin has been our ventures this week.
Looking out the old wooden windows today has my thoughts turning towards cocoa and knitting. Oh, knitting. How I love thee on a cold winters’ day. Can’t we all just be bears and hibernate? It is so hard to get dressed during winter. Pajamas are far too comfy and warm. Our first snow is for-casted for tonight. I have my reservations, but certainly my hope as well.