I loved our late summer. Picnics in October. Sweater weather.
Did we even have two weeks of autumn? People were mowing their lawns 10 days ago, I was picking the last of my beans.
And here we are, in a white world, -8 this morning, the day before Remembrance Day.
Im reminded, daily, to give thanks in all things. Winter has always challenged me in this regard.
I can tell you what I don’t like, quite easily.
Cold and flu season.
I admire those who joyously find their skis, or snowshoes and merrily head up the mountain. After two disastrous falls in my history, skiing is not for me.
But I will be thankful for
A warm house.
Books to read.
For movies and popcorn
and endless cups of tea.
There is beauty in every season,