Lots of people complain about the winter. I suppose that I used to be one of them (though if I lived in Minnesota or Maine, I might still be). But as I have gotten older, the gifts that winter bring become more apparent to me. I crave the chance to turn inward for a while, to rest up from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the year, and to plan for the coming spring. But don’t let it get here too quickly – I will not be ready. I still have to clean out my closets.
“The simplicity of winter has a deep moral. The return of Nature, after such a career of splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple and austere, is not lost either upon the head or the heart. It is the philosopher coming back from the banquet and the wine to a cup of water and a crust of bread.”
~John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866