Okay, before anyone gets too crazy, I do love winter. I've always loved winter. The very idea of winter is soul-soothing and peaceful and downy-flake goodness wrapped into one fresh-from-the-oven buttered biscuit nestled next to chicken and gravy.
That's what I love about winter! And by late February, I'll be whining because I'll be jonesing for spring, for sunlight, for longer days and shorter nights, for "sweater weather" and a chance to kick the boots and mittens to the curb for a few months.
But right now?
I love winter.
The garage is getting cleaned out (don't ask, let me just remind you the big storage shed turned into a big CHICKEN COOP and now houses 38 laying hens. Therefore everything in the shed was deemed homeless for the summer.
The reindeer are being brought out of hiding in the shed and they're going to have their place of honor with Santa in the side yard that housed pumpkins until three days ago. "To everything there is a season..."
Yes, the reindeer and Santa get their very own shed. Why, you ask?
Because Great Grandma Blodgett and Great-Uncle Chuck hand-crafted Santa's team, the sleigh and Santa, thereby garnering them "special Reindeer and friends" treatment!
My mother's helper Christina is coming over for a few hours every weekend to help me clean/dust/organize because we can't do it effectively when all the cute kidlings are here. Have I mentioned that I love Christina????
Things get stowed away for winter. Tucked aside. Everything looks neater and cleaner over the winter, very Currier and Ives! (Have you ever noticed how their farmyard pics cover lots of old, rusting implements with a layer of fresh, clean snow to make the effect more homey and evocative? Wave your hand if you understand the truth behind that!!!!) The scarecrows on the front porch are going back into the closet, the cornstalks are being recycled into the farm and the straw bales re-stacked to use for egg bedding for the hens.
Bowls of steamed veggies help me to lose the Abbott's ice cream middle I've gained!!! Oops!
December calendar is filling with time off, time with family, time with friends, but mostly, time with God, to remember the reason we celebrate a season and not just a day.
"Oh come let us adore him..."
I love winter. I love the light of Christmas and Thanksgiving and New Year's shining through the darkness of long December nights.
I love the prep of getting things done ahead of time so I can relax and bake cookies and make messes and read stories.
And then I have three beautiful, peaceful months of extra writing time... Peaceful snow-filled nights or windswept days, candles, woodstove fires.
I love winter.