I want Spring. I love to see the trees this morning all covered in snow..much prettier than the dirty snow we have endured for the last few weeks. But! Seriously are we not ready for Spring? The bad news is that March can be a month of snow and cold so I suspect we have another month. What to do now?
How do people beat the winter blues? I become home bound, hate going out and having to leave a cozy warm seat and get into a cold car for a ride home. Snow also makes me want to be home, is that from all the years growing up with "snow days". Staying home and doing, well not much. I love warm comfort foods on snow days---chili, beef stew, a good pasta sauce or gravy for my Italian friends. Darn wish I did not have to work...Oh well, the trees are pretty and that is a good thing.
What do you do on Snow Days?
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I thought that Spring was on it's way after driving 2 miles up our muddy, rutted up road. Now it is covered in snow and all pretty again. I also HATE getting into a cold car. It almost hurts the skin! I realized today, once I got over the excitement of being able to do work at home on my laptop in my pj's, that being home on a storm day also involves a lot of shoveling, and that darn snow is heavy!! All your talk about comfort food has made me very hungry so now I am going to go warm up some macaroni and cheese!
ReplyDeleteI think we all do the same... cook and hang out -- find a good book. And I like to throw snowballs to the dog and watch him try to find them.
ReplyDeleteToday got away from me, darn... Put on sweats then work started... busy... took a shower at 4pm... figured snow was a good excuse for PJ's... worked some more then thawed out something for dinner... oh well. Think the romance of snow has gone away for this year.
Cannot wait to get my fingers and toes dirty with garden dirt!
I love dirty hands from the garden. I ate way too much today ...it was the snow day and so I hate to eat extra...you know from the shoveling this morning.
ReplyDeleteSeriously I am soooo ready for Spring. I cannot wait to feel the sun, see the flowers and yes even mow the grass.
I go skiing or for a walk. I look straight up and watch the snow flakes coming down. Sometimes they feel like needles on my face, other times like soft wet pats. I like to smell the air -- snow has different scents, depending on the season. Right now it smells like bleach. I like late season snows, when the landscape looks like a Japanese garden, with perfect pillows of snow balanced precisely on telephone wires and evergreen branches. I like to look under trees and imagine animals hunkering down for the storm. I think about birds fluffing out their feathers and squirrels wrapped up in their tails (I like to think of them as "tree rats"). I love Maine. I love snow. I love spring. I love being alive. I love mud. When she was 3, Ailie refused to walk up our road (we were living in our cabin at the time) during mud season. I cleverly realized that she had watched "Oliver" and was freaked out about mud from the scene where Fagin drops his box of jewels and scrabbles after them, but they sink into the thick London soup. She thought she would sink, too. John and I showed her that the mud wasn't that deep and she was fine after that. Funny what misperceptions we pick up and how they shape our actions so strongly.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful Laurie! I could taste and feel the snowflakes, and imagine the animals hunkering down. I often envision things like that when I am out walking. I love to watch the birds and listen to the squirrels chattering. (My husband doesn't find the squirrels as endearing as I do). It is true about misconceptions and how they affect us. How we draw the wrong conclusions and react the wrong way. I highly recommend a walk during the snowfall on a quiet, wooded road with yourself and nature. It does a body (and mind) good!
ReplyDeleteWoods are great. Ailie and I went for an epic walk around Otisfield last summer (8+ miles -- too much, really, but we sure felt virtuous afterwards). Towards the end, we took a short cut through the woods and I immediately felt revitalized -- something about trees all around and the smells, too, I think. My conceit is that the small amount of Malecite Indian blood in me is aroused in the woods and I am connecting through DNA with a vital part of my lineage. Because, as we know from history, all the trees in the Scottish highlands (the bulk of my ethnicity) were cut and burned by the evil English in the 18th century (to flush out the rebel highlanders). So, it can't be that part of me that is resonating in the woods.
ReplyDeleteIt is interesting how rarely we find, or take the time to walk out into the snow. I love the descriptions and like Kathy, can almost feel it. I believe I would miss the snow if I lived far away from it...but the older I get and maybe the busier I am--the more I feel overwhelmed by the amount of work it presents simply to get out of the house.
ReplyDeleteWoods..now woods I can relate to. Pat, at work, has a few pictures of woods on her computer it is really pretty. Makes me miss walking in my woods. My grand daughters love the woods, it is almost as bad as going to the national museum of natural history, the scream when you tell them it is time to leave!