I remember last winter, when my corner of the world looked like this...
(You seem to have a morbid fascination with that bleak photo.)
Hey, get your own blog (), I'm writing here….
I would stand with my nose pressed against the window, wishing with all my heart that I could go outside, and not worry about freezing to death. I just wanted to walk around in the outdoors and "BE".
Alas, the winter was long and hard.
My wait was long and hard.
And because of it, I am very aware of the blessing of being able to charge out my door in bare feet, with no sweater or coat and do whatever needs to be done out there. No fuss. No fooling around. Just... 'git 'er done'.
I love that about warm weather.
Because I had to go outside several times a day in the winter, to get wood for the fire, to let the dogs…… [oh Ben]…..sigh….
out to do their thing, or to haul wood up from the barn, it felt like I did NOTHING but put my boots on and off, and take my big coat on and off all the live long day. It annoyed the snot outta me to tell you the truth.
So sailing out the back door in my bare feet is giving me no small measure of delight… every time I do it. I should be storing up 'happy thoughts' about this situation to help me through the eskimo routines of winter.
I guess what has made me think of all this, is that I put it on my 'to do' list this week, to clean up and fill my little wood shed by the back door. I'm not sure why I'm choosing this week to start that job, when fall is so very very very far away…
(I thought you liked fall? I thought it was your favorite season of the year.)
Well, it is. But last winter was so harsh… so harsh.
(Maybe it wasn't the weather that made it so hard on you.)
Hmmm… you may have a point there. For once.
In any case, I'm reveling in the barefoot days and enjoy dwelling in the outdoors Very often from this spot… the old quilt is for Sunny to lay down on… and yes, that is an upside down tomato plant that was given to me by someone who started it and then found out they were going to be out of town for the summer.
Notice where my dilapidated Birkenstocks are?
Not on my feet.
And that's just the way I like it.
:-)
(You seem to have a morbid fascination with that bleak photo.)
Hey, get your own blog (), I'm writing here….
I would stand with my nose pressed against the window, wishing with all my heart that I could go outside, and not worry about freezing to death. I just wanted to walk around in the outdoors and "BE".
Alas, the winter was long and hard.
My wait was long and hard.
And because of it, I am very aware of the blessing of being able to charge out my door in bare feet, with no sweater or coat and do whatever needs to be done out there. No fuss. No fooling around. Just... 'git 'er done'.
I love that about warm weather.
Because I had to go outside several times a day in the winter, to get wood for the fire, to let the dogs…… [oh Ben]…..sigh….
out to do their thing, or to haul wood up from the barn, it felt like I did NOTHING but put my boots on and off, and take my big coat on and off all the live long day. It annoyed the snot outta me to tell you the truth.
So sailing out the back door in my bare feet is giving me no small measure of delight… every time I do it. I should be storing up 'happy thoughts' about this situation to help me through the eskimo routines of winter.
I guess what has made me think of all this, is that I put it on my 'to do' list this week, to clean up and fill my little wood shed by the back door. I'm not sure why I'm choosing this week to start that job, when fall is so very very very far away…
(I thought you liked fall? I thought it was your favorite season of the year.)
Well, it is. But last winter was so harsh… so harsh.
(Maybe it wasn't the weather that made it so hard on you.)
Hmmm… you may have a point there. For once.
In any case, I'm reveling in the barefoot days and enjoy dwelling in the outdoors Very often from this spot… the old quilt is for Sunny to lay down on… and yes, that is an upside down tomato plant that was given to me by someone who started it and then found out they were going to be out of town for the summer.
Notice where my dilapidated Birkenstocks are?
Not on my feet.
And that's just the way I like it.
:-)