I love sunshine. And warm breezes. And flowers, flowers, flowers. I love wearing sandals or no shoes at all. I love gathering my meals from the garden and eating tomatoes that are still warm from the sun. I love going for long walks with my boys, grilling something on the patio barbecue when we get home and eating it outside.
All of that seems a long way off.
But I do love the change of the seasons, too. Noticing the first leaves to change color or the first acorns hidden in the grass. I love seeing the first flakes of snow in the air or waking up to find everything coated with snow. I love discovering the green shoots of bulbs peeking up through the soil and the misty green tinge of swelling buds on the trees.
It's been cold. And snowy. It's snowing here today. To go for a walk in the winter, we need to put coats on both the dogs. Charlie needs booties for two of his feet because he suffers from painful corns. And then there are our clothes. I usually wear leggings under my jeans or cords (today I've got my flannel pajama pants on underneath). I wear layer after layer of t-shirts and sweaters. And a coat. And two hats. And gloves. All of that preparation before we're even out the door. Once outside, on the coldest days my fingers begin to ache, even inside my gloves. My face, too, feels burned by the wind. Matthias's beard becomes coated with frost. Wouldn't it be better just to stay inside?
But if we stayed inside we'd miss all of the beauty of winter. The ice coated trees. The sparkle of blown snowflakes. The birds calling in the branches overhead. We'd miss the time spent together, four of us making tracks in clean, fresh snow.
After a while my fingers warm up. Today I even had to take my gloves off for a bit as I got too warm in all my layers.
I can choose to either fight the winter or to embrace it. Yes, I miss the flowers and tomatoes and bare feet. But winter is beautiful, too. Summer will be here, again. For now, I'll enjoy the winter.