Only in this season, would the gift of the day be the day…a whole day stretched out with no plan because weather took over. You could look at it as a disaster. You might have plans to fly somewhere warm and relaxing only to find you are going nowhere. Or you can look at it as a gift, a day your highest priority is warmth from the fire, music of your choice and the silent microcosm of a blizzard.
So I went back to work today. I set up my laptop in my loft office and returned to my job of writing and photographing and really seeing the world as I used to…from the bird’s-eye view of my nest.
The light is gloriously white with no skyline. The wind chimes dance against the house and ring-out like a town crier. The house occasionally creaks as a gust buffets the roof. Beyond the window, the world is a silent snow-globe of nature at work.
Each season brings a bounty. This is why I can no longer live anywhere without at least four of them. Spring will be the sensory-overload of color.
Summer’s bounty is warmth for free; rivers and streams to kayak, woods to explore, nature to be part of.
Fall’s bounty is the food. The end of our short growing season means enjoying every last fresh veggie before the root-vegetable days of winter.
This is where I was exactly one year ago, different storm, but a similar place in the world.
Where will I be a year from now?