While browsing through last April’s posts, I stumbled upon this post I wrote. It’s about how New Englanders thrive in all the seasons and the extremes. It takes a strength and pereseverance to live here, to remain content while the harsh conditions can test your endurance. As winter shuts its door and welcoming spring gradually begins, I wish to share this once again.
It’s February in New Hampshire
Ice blankets our driveway in gleaming sheets, making a trip to the mailbox a risky excursion. Icy crusted snow encompasses the perimeter of the house. Everywhere one looks a fierce whiteness blinds, yet the sky above is a robin egg blue. The air is crisp and cold, while inside the house, it’s warm and dry. It’s the winter season and we are in the midst of snow storms, icy roads in the early mornings and bright twinkling stars adorning the blackest night. This is all to be expected of this month in New Hampshire!
Usually in late February I fall in a cabin fever trance, longing for spring sun and blooming plants and blossoms. This year there’s a stark contrast in my attitude. I’m feeling great physically and healthy, with a sincere wish to skip the winter blues. After all, I choose to live here so why shouldn’t I make the best of it? Why not enjoy winter’s gifts, these little moments that some probably wish for.
Our family has much to look forward to this month, as we celebrate three family birthdays and a quiet Valentine’s Day. But also we live in such a beautiful place with white magic lying around. It’s fun to walk in it, to explore the frosty woods and look at animal tracks. You can hear winter birds cooing in the trees as well as a random owl hoot now and then.
There’s a time and season for everything and presently it’s time for snow, ice, chilly temperatures and red hot stoked stoves. It’s a perfect opportunity to move the body and snowshoe in the deep woods, to look for animal tracks and white owls, to hike on the snowy trails and truly appreciate the warmth of a raging fire afterwards. Even lugging armfuls of wood feels good as we walk the snowy path to the house.
As I close this post I wish to share Dylan’s first modeling job. I’m just kidding but that was what his wife Lexy joked about. This photo was taken a few years back while he attended a community college for Auto Technology. I randomly found it on a Facebook post a friend shared. At first I wasn’t sure where it was from but I figured it out. The college used it as a cover photo for their Facebook page. Tom and I, like most of you parents, are proud of his accomplishments and thank God for him! ( As well as our other son Branden).
I hope the start of your week is wonderful and if it’s not, breathe. This too shall pass and better days are ahead. Believe me.
All My Best,
Heart and Soul ❤️
a chance to hunker down in the folds
of a plush blanket
With a soft and slow breath
All is still
but the gentle cascading of snow
and the occasional rugged snowplow
clattering down the road
spraying clouds of
a morning of blinding
and pearly flurries
There’s no place this soul
would rather be…
than in this country cottage
in the midst of bleached white.
That snow day morning I had done a few household chores but took the time to snuggle in and read. I was reading The Divide by Nicolas Evans.
I just finished the book yesterday morning on yet another snow day. It’s worth looking for at a used book store or library. Evans paints a complete picture of all the characters, capturing the readers interest and most importantly forces you to invest emotionally in the characters.
Tom came home from plowing around 9, with a tired hungry look. I cooked him a couple of eggs and made peanut butter toast. Then we planned on watching a movie as the snow continued to fall. This is winter life in New Hampshire, with cold temperatures and the fluffy stuff dominating.
All My Best,
Heart and Soul