- Holding down ‘alt 2 4 8’ makes that little degreee symbol… ° As in, I baked a yummy cake at 350° this weekend (a lie), or it is -4° outside right now with 20 mile per hour winds (the absolute truth). Isn’t that fantastic? I love it. ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °
- Clicking on the title of a post (as in, ‘shortcuts’ above) will show you that particular post as well as all the current comments… all in one page. While this may seem a small luxury, for me in Dial-Up Land it’s pure genius. Waiting for the pop-up screen on many blogs is torture and often sends my computer into a ‘oh my gosh I don’t think I can do this I quit’ spin. We try to avoid that.
- *ahem* Sometimes you have to just put the kid in the tub with all her clothes on. And that’s all we’re gonna say about that one.
There is no shortcut for Winter, my friends. And, rightly so. As I sit here, in the depths of February, I beg for sunshine and green and dirt and flowers and bbq… but I know I am not ready. We need Winter. The ground needs a rest. The animals need a rest. The sun needs a rest. There is a natural rhythm, well set and well tested. Winter is a time for self re-evaluation. For long nights of rest. For coming back to family. For looking inside again. For asking hard questions. For catching your breath. It is hard for me to sit with myself. I find myself searching for a shortcut to Spring. But, thankfully, there is none. Sit it out, He says. It’s coming.
I’ve spent a lot of time in places that skip seasons. And, while I do love the gentleness of winter in California and Tejas, I find myself so thankful to have made a home in a place that goes to extremes with the seasons. You want Summer? How ’bout a freshwater lake with sandy beaches and 80° weather for 2 months straight… and camping and sunshine until 10pm? Love it. Oh, but tired of heat and humidity and, perhaps, your children? S’ok. It’s time for Fall. School’s starting again and there’ll be cool nights and hayrides and late-night bonfires and an apple crop to rival Washington. Getting tired? Rightly so. It’s time for Winter. I’ve got snow drifts and ice and wood stoves and stew on the way. Ah, enough reflection? You’re right. It’s time for Spring. How about soil that can grow anything, grass that comes up to your knees, and animals of all sorts wandering through your backyard? I love having all four seasons.
I am tired of Winter. Perhaps it is better to say I am tired of myself. But, for once, I will not seek out the shortcut. I will sit and I will read and I will play (indoors) and I will prepare for Spring. It will come. There was never a time when Spring did not come. And when it does come… when the ground thaws, when the birds return, when the nights get longer… when Spring does come we will be ready in both body and soul. And, I will stay outside for. ev. VER. And I will not wear shoes. Or a jacket.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~Hal Borland