"In a way, winter is the real spring,
the time when the inner things happen,
the resurgence of nature." -- Edna O'Brien, Irish novelist
It was several years ago that I realized I loved winter: the new beginnings, the quiet, the less hustle and bustle, the time to create, the comfort of hot food, the afternoon teas, the good books to curl up with, a breather of sorts. What if we never had a rest like this? Would spring and summer mean so much to us?
"Winter is the time for comfort,
for good food and warmth,
for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire:
it is the time for home." -- Edith Sitwell
Oh yes, "the time for home," -- isn't that a wonderful phrase?! Winter is a time for fostering contentment with that which is here before me in my own space.
"When the bold branches,
bid farewell to rainbow leaves,
welcome wool sweaters." -- B. Cybrill
I do love the chance to dress in my cozy sweaters, scarves, and turtlenecks. Imagine if we had no use for such articles? Of course to some that may sound like paradise, but at least a few weeks of wearing our woolies is a necessity I think.
Please don't think that I find the cold easy to bear for the winter months. It's not so much the weather I love as the effects of it, as mentioned above. Of course winter gets long for me too -- but the best way to deal with winter is to find a way to actually like it, and then it will be gone before you know it!
And so, tomorrow I will post the first of a dozen ways in which I "embrace winter."