Beautifully described... I love winter also.... For me the season is not reminding me of what is yet to come or what has just completed.... But rather...winter is celebrating... Not sure if it is meteorologically sound or not..... But sunrises seen to be the most spectacular in the winter..... So I love beginning each day with a colorful dynamic winter morn...
We witnessed the transformation of snow on a landscape last weekend in Tahoe. Lodgepole pines 50 feet tall holding snow on their branches. The absolute quiet.
I love seeing winter (and all the seasons) through your eyes. I have long known that summer is actually my least-favorite season--at least, the second half of it, when it's just too hot now and everything in the usually verdant PNW has turned brittle brown. (Maybe I exaggerate. But that's how it feels.) Going to savor what's left of winter and be so glad that I don't have pollen allergies! Also, I loved that sentence about the groundhog. :-)
I find many things in winter as in a love hate situation. When it’s bitter cold and I don’t need to go outside - it’s inward I go with a lovely fire and a book. Not something I could do in spring or summer, maybe fall. So I appreciated all seasons, some more than others and at different times.
Another winter's child here, Elizabeth. Thank you for such a rich and empathetic description of the ways all the seasons bless us, and why some of us love this quiet one the best.
A beautiful post, and I love the final quadrant of images looking up through the trees. I love gray days.... I prefer them. It's easier to see. When I first started reading, I smiled when I got to the "not me" - the admission that you enjoy the winter, the gray and the quiet.
I too, love the seasonal changes and all of the delights they hold . Not so much , the heat/humidity, mud, bugs that bite (and suck), and lack of sunlight : but ; without each of these seasons to look forward to , I would feel as if I had no sense of belonging in nature’s continuous beginnings and endings. I enjoy the cycles of growth, death, renewal,and renewal. Thank you for most eloquently illustrating the beauty of belonging to the Fabulous Four (seasons,that is)
Each season just has such defined and idiosyncratic beauty that its hard to pick.
I love the absolute chill of winter and the way I move far more energetically. I love the thrill of my spring garden - all the bulbs and seedlings showing off in a profusion of colour. I love the amber and garnet shades of autumn and the way jewel colours fly on the wind when it blows. And I love summer for swimming, for diving down into crystal water and listening to the tick-tick of the underworld, the white sand stretching into the darker blue never-never as the sea gets deeper and deeper.
But winter is purifying, my brain thinks better, I love rugging up, hot chocolates and marshmallows and soups and fresh-made bread.
So I share your feelings and wonder if we ever knew each other in another life...
Such a beautiful reflective post. You've explored all the seasons in words of such positivity and light - and I love that you have claimed winter as your favourite. Stunning.
Right there with you, plus my partner is a former farmer and she’s described how winter is a needed (relative) rest for farmers. Nordic skating increases my appreciation for winter. People are getting excited for spring and I still want the ponds to freeze better.
i absolutely adore this perspective. i love this time of quiet darkness.
Beautifully described... I love winter also.... For me the season is not reminding me of what is yet to come or what has just completed.... But rather...winter is celebrating... Not sure if it is meteorologically sound or not..... But sunrises seen to be the most spectacular in the winter..... So I love beginning each day with a colorful dynamic winter morn...
We witnessed the transformation of snow on a landscape last weekend in Tahoe. Lodgepole pines 50 feet tall holding snow on their branches. The absolute quiet.
I love seeing winter (and all the seasons) through your eyes. I have long known that summer is actually my least-favorite season--at least, the second half of it, when it's just too hot now and everything in the usually verdant PNW has turned brittle brown. (Maybe I exaggerate. But that's how it feels.) Going to savor what's left of winter and be so glad that I don't have pollen allergies! Also, I loved that sentence about the groundhog. :-)
It’s such a lovely story, thank you Elizabeth!
I find many things in winter as in a love hate situation. When it’s bitter cold and I don’t need to go outside - it’s inward I go with a lovely fire and a book. Not something I could do in spring or summer, maybe fall. So I appreciated all seasons, some more than others and at different times.
from plant sex residue to prayer flags -- more incredible writing, a welcome light in the lush and necessary darkness.
I quite love it too ♡
I feel like a warm blanket was just tucked around me. Thank you, Elizabeth for your winter insights.
Another winter's child here, Elizabeth. Thank you for such a rich and empathetic description of the ways all the seasons bless us, and why some of us love this quiet one the best.
A beautiful post, and I love the final quadrant of images looking up through the trees. I love gray days.... I prefer them. It's easier to see. When I first started reading, I smiled when I got to the "not me" - the admission that you enjoy the winter, the gray and the quiet.
I too, love the seasonal changes and all of the delights they hold . Not so much , the heat/humidity, mud, bugs that bite (and suck), and lack of sunlight : but ; without each of these seasons to look forward to , I would feel as if I had no sense of belonging in nature’s continuous beginnings and endings. I enjoy the cycles of growth, death, renewal,and renewal. Thank you for most eloquently illustrating the beauty of belonging to the Fabulous Four (seasons,that is)
"Not Quite Yet" - Yes! I'm a committed Hibernator - Nov to March, / 'Hallowe'en to Easter' - generally, I'm amped-down, snuggled up, just simply going along.
February feels like a precious 'still-deeply-quiet' time.
I liked what you said about SAD being approach-influenced.
I've so enjoyed this Winter. It's good to find mirrors of that enjoyment, thank you.
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Each season just has such defined and idiosyncratic beauty that its hard to pick.
I love the absolute chill of winter and the way I move far more energetically. I love the thrill of my spring garden - all the bulbs and seedlings showing off in a profusion of colour. I love the amber and garnet shades of autumn and the way jewel colours fly on the wind when it blows. And I love summer for swimming, for diving down into crystal water and listening to the tick-tick of the underworld, the white sand stretching into the darker blue never-never as the sea gets deeper and deeper.
But winter is purifying, my brain thinks better, I love rugging up, hot chocolates and marshmallows and soups and fresh-made bread.
So I share your feelings and wonder if we ever knew each other in another life...
Such a beautiful reflective post. You've explored all the seasons in words of such positivity and light - and I love that you have claimed winter as your favourite. Stunning.
Right there with you, plus my partner is a former farmer and she’s described how winter is a needed (relative) rest for farmers. Nordic skating increases my appreciation for winter. People are getting excited for spring and I still want the ponds to freeze better.