in which we reflect upon the beauty of a long winter’s nap

You'll miss me when I'm gone!
You’ll miss me when I’m gone!

Lots of people are grumbling about hating winter, but not me.  Oh sure, I get cranky when things break, freeze, need shoveled out and de-iced.  But I love winter’s darker beauty too.

We modern folk have forgotten the importance of incubation and dormancy.  We don’t make time for the deliciousness of mystery anymore. Making us miss her lavishness is part of Nature’s spell and she will not be rushed. She needs her beauty sleep to rest up for the exhausting work of spring, summer and fall.

Winter is the season of reflection and restoration; the time for dreaming, planning and preparing for the year ahead.   The days grow short and dark and people and animals hole up. We withdraw into our warm, soft cocoons of macaroni and cheese, fluffy blankets and flannel sheets.

Yes, many days are pure drudgery filled with freezing, discomfort and inconvenience.  Tempers shorten and the bulky wardrobe gets tiresome.  About the time we think we can’t handle one more day, it gets worse. A few more weeks of miserable, icy, wet sloppiness.

Then, the early signs! The days grow slightly longer, then the first tiny icy flowers followed by the first Robin of the year – how welcome is that little bird?  Anticipation is very exciting stuff. We should savor it more often…..

And so it goes, year after year.  One season follows the next in a perfect circle, just like it always does.  Count on it.

Every mile is two in winter.                                                                                                                     – George Herbert

5 thoughts on “in which we reflect upon the beauty of a long winter’s nap

  1. I’m with you! It is the drudgery of the trials and tribulations of getting through the ‘muck’ of the day that makes the snuggling comforts of home that much more delicious! And THOSE are the moments we should savor … recognition and gratitude are the ‘spring’ of hope to me … ;-Deb

  2. I find nights like last night rather magical. Crisp air, clear sky and the moon shines so bright that no other lite is necessary to do chores. I took pity on the girls and gave them some hay in the barn. They have a fresh bale of balage outside but these temps combined with it’s higher moisture content makes a giant inedible grass ice cube!

    Unfortunately winter is preceded followed and normally interrupted a few times by a mud season.

    1. Magical is exactly how I’d describe it. Sparkly snow, huge moon, clear, crisp, twinkly stars… I was balky about not wanting to go out and do chores, and came home grateful because it was so beautiful.

      I hate mud season the most. I caved and let my heifers inside for these cold nights and the littlest ones have been inside all week.

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