It’s cold . . . but it’s purty

I’m pretty reclusive, so it’s not a big thing when winter comes and the roads in our cove are snowed and/or icy and we can’t leave. Oh, but this winter in particular we have had more than our share of “can’t leaves.” And even in my reclusive nature, I am feeling just a bit of cabin fever. I miss running on the treadmill — my three times a week “guess I should get out of the cove” event (and since my ears are plugged with music, my concentration on running and then yoga, it’s still a reclusive endeavor, but one I require) — at the little city-owned gym in Waynesville. I miss walks round the ‘lake’ and higher up in our cove, where the ice and snow hinders a good walk.

Yet, I really don’t whine, despite all the winter snow and ice and sometimes bone-chilling cold (it’s near single digits this morning), because it’s all a part of the cycle. All a part of what makes the earth The Earth. And there is beauty in the seasons here – winter, too . . . as you can see from below. Now, y’all have a great day.

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2 thoughts on “It’s cold . . . but it’s purty

  1. Yes it is purty, the snow leaves such a mantle of white, the springs will be fed, the grass grows, trees blossom, fruit comes forth and the shade of the trees make for a nice walk in the woods.

    I still get out my boots and cold parka to walk in the cold. When the boots get to making flaming footprints the cold becomes but a lingering afterthought.

    Enjoy the stillness of fresh fallen flakes.

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