(There is a front walk in there, somewhere)
It's snowing AGAIN. Lots of it, with more on the way this week and next. I have to say, this is one of the best (certainly coldest & snowiest) winters, yet. Michigan is really living up to it's hype this year, and I'm glad we aren't missing it.
Mr F looked out the window and said "When do you think we WON'T have at least 2 feet of snow on the deck?" Hopefully, NEVER. Fresh falling snow always seems beautifully awe inspiring... it never gets old. (maybe it would get old if I had to use a pick ax to hack our way out of our door?...)
I love winter. The older I am the more comfortable I am with it... fully relishing my true love of a season that says... "Why take off your PJs... unless it's to put on your snow pants and go sledding?!" It's my kind of life (when I don't have to drive in it... which is not my kind of life AT ALL). It's beautiful and clean outside. There is no pressure to weed, or maintain anything... to go anywhere... you can sit and read for days on end... mix in some cheeky Flapper era Australian detective series (please, do! You're welcome).... what more could you want? Big winters make life feel so much more nature focused and that feels fundamentally right.
I just wish we had a fireplace & some cross country skis.
And a dutch door, a Bernese mountain dog, snow shoes, and an old school wooden tobaggan....