I have always loved winter. As a kid I would play outside for hours, bumbling around in my hand-me-down snowmobile suit, sledding down whatever small hill I could find in our yard. I love to cross-country ski. I spent two winters at the Geographic South Pole, for heaven's sake. It's safe to say I am a fan of cold weather and snow. But something about this winter has been sort of looming over me. I figured out today what that is. It has been a rather grey season. In my experience, winters in MT are usually quite sunny. When it's 10 degrees outside and the sun is shining, I feel comfortable without a hat and wearing only a few layers. Back east where I grew up, 10 degrees is painful. Damp to the bone kind of cold. Today the tide has turned. It is sunny and warm. Blue skies and some clouds here and there, but mostly sunny. I feel like singing. I even found myself humming in the grocery store this morning after a marvelous cup of tea and a walk. There is a short trail not far from my home that borders a marshy area with a few small ponds. In past jaunts I've seen a fox, muskrats, mule deer, magpies, rabbits, ravens, Canada geese, all manner of songbirds and in the hotter months, snakes. Today it was just me and the honking geese, but it was a lovely walk all the same.
|Willow-edged marsh and snow-covered mountains|
|Ooh...what to do with these pretties?|