Let me start off by saying that - being a New England, December baby - I have NEVER been fond of winter. When other children begged to go outside and play in the snow, sled and build a snowman, I was silently suffering knowing that I could not remain house-bound and cuddle in my warm blankets. I just knew that my hands would be nipped by the harsh, unforgiving cold and my limbs would soon turn to ice, in flesh form. So needless to say, I spent all winter counting the days until the Vernal Equinox.
I think my main reason for disliking winter is the disquiet I feel when those around me are sick. Why tell you this? Well, because here I am, sitting in my living room with the smell of Lysol and well...other unpleasant scents filling my nose.
So let us concentrate on lovely things, shall we? How can anyone (like my husband) say "I love winter!" when the Summer season is so much more desirable? Everything is in full bloom, flowers are budding, trees are starting to sprout what will be leaves in a few weeks. The sun is becoming warmer on your face, colours begin to come into full focus and thoughts of love, renewal and joy fill your head. Daydreams about Summer nights by the beach while warm, salty air presses to your face as you listen to the waves crash onto the shore... Honestly people...who doesn't love those things?
Anyhow, I suppose I needed to get that off of my chest since so many people around me seem to love this unforgiving, cold season and seem to relish in it. I think I'm missing something...?
