I’ve never seen winter like this, y’all. Even my native Northeasterner friends are astonished at the snow we’re seeing – and we poor new Texas transplants have been knocked winding by it. I’m sick of snow shoveling, frigid temps and way too many layers. But I’m trying to be a good sport. So here, in the spirit of Sarah’s list from last year, is what I love ( or am trying to love) about winter:
1. Twinkle lights.
2. Blue-and-gold sunsets.
3. Christmas (now a distant memory).
4. The quiet of snowy mornings, while the flakes fall.
5. The poetry of bare tree branches against the sky.
6. Snow on the beach.
7. Tea. Lots and lots and lots of tea.
8. Soup, soup and more soup.
9. Blankets, particularly wrapping up in them while I write.
10. Handknitted anything.
11. The smell of woodsmoke.
12. Crisp blue-skied days.
13. The promise of spring.
14. Cuddling.
15. Mulled cider, simmered on the stove.
16. Frequent texts from my uncle, who used to live in Philly and is truly worried about J and me surviving our first Northeastern winter.
17. Flannel pajama bottoms.
18. The lights of the Boston skyline when we drive back from Waltham on Sunday nights.
19. Apple crumble.
20. Wool skirts.
21. Knee socks.
22. Textured tights.
23. Cute boots.
24. Fresh flowers reminding me that spring will come.
25. Wintry-scented candles – pumpkin, peppermint, burning leaves.
26. Holiday episodes of Friends. (“Monica, Monica, have a happy Hanukkah…”)
27. Hot chocolate, with a dash of peppermint.
28. Birthdays (my mom, my sis, my friend Abi).
29. Valentine’s Day. Yes, I am a sap.
30. Slowly lengthening days. (It’s light until 5:00 now!)
31. Books to sink into, like the Maisie Dobbs series.
32. Soft moody music.
33. Downton Abbey (via the PBS website).
Got any more to add to the list? Anyone? Help me out here…we’ve got a long way to go till spring.
Icicles. Not, of course, the kind that threatens the life of one’s car, but the smaller ones strike me as beautiful every time.
A fabulous list, indeed!!
Sitting by a warm fire with a hot beverage, reading or knitting. I miss the fireplace we left behind in CT!
#14. Cuddling.
Damn straight. 😉
I posted a similar list, for pretty much the same reason.
Hang in there. Summer humidity is coming!
I love the way long winters make me love the seasons so much. Everything has its natural time and you appreciate the time you are in so much more. I love that the flowers are just beginning to poke out, that the trees are starting to bud…even though they will probably get killed off by frost at least once more (SO SORRY sweetie! I know it’s been a long winter for you), spring is on its way. I feel the same way when fall comes around. I’m usually a little sick of heat and humidity by the time September gets here…at that point, cold nights and hot chocolate sound delicious. My other love is getting away somewhere warm sometime each winter. One year it was Spain (not really WARM in February, but a lot sunnier), this year it was Zimbabwe (definitely WARM!). A little dose of February sunshine also goes a long way to preventing rickets – on the rise in the UK due to the lack of sunlight. lol
I’m with Jacque. Winter’s make me love the seasons. Like that one lady’s song about the seaons… Nicole Nordeman? But really, Texas SO lacks seasons and despite your crazy winter, it’s worth it when you finally get to that first melt in spring. Hang in there!
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