A snowy day. Again. February seems determined to be a month of snowstorms.
Simon and I both have serious cabin fever. I cannot wait for the days to be warm and dry enough for us to spend hours out-of-doors again. I miss the routine we had going of getting out into the sunshine after breakfast, me sipping my coffee on the stairs, while he played with his trucks and shovels in the dirt, soaking up vitamin D.
Almost everyone I know seems gripey and impatient for the season to change. However, one friend today described the snow in terms of its beauty. She went on about how much she loved the glistening trees and the fresh, pure, coat on the ground. Her optimism inspired me. In the face of all the bitter snow-haters (of which I was one) her attitude was refreshing, and snapped me out of it.
Winter may not be my favorite season, but it is only temporary. And I will be better off making peace with it.
