In the Middle of Winter
Hands cupped around mugs of tea for literal warmth.
Finally getting some undershirts for my kids, even if they insist on stripping and never wearing socks.
Days of strange spurts of warmer weather keeping us from the harshness of unending cold.
Eyes always searching for color outside in bits and pieces wherever I can find it.
Slightly longer days and watching the way the light changes and moves inside the house through the day.
Facebook/blog reading less, actual books in front of my face and reading a lot more.
Catching up on the winter edition of Rhythm of the Home.
If there’s one thing that picking up my camera more and having kids has taught me over the past few years, it’s how to slow down and pay attention to the changing seasons. I know I’m in the minority, but winter amazes me. I love the cold, the quiet, the slower pace. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’ve already ordered seeds and started spring garden planning and chicken planning and that this art isn’t making me want a warm summer night to take the kids camping.
But, I’m good with winter and more than happy to curl up under a blanket with a mug in one hand and a book in the other for now. I definitely have a few more snowstorms and days of getting coats and hats and mittens on and off left in me for the season.