He thought to himself, " Winter came early." Then he noticed some lingering leaves trying to hold off being buried in the deep snow and hanging on for dear life.
The pond would be frozen soon, and his grandkids would come and skate for hours while their mom and dad would sit with me by the fire pit drinking hot chocolate, but I preferred a different kind of liquid warmth.
My daughter remarked that it looks so barren this time of year. The trees are bare, and the lush woods are a field of wooden soldiers. The green grass is now a colorless landscape of frozen mud.
I took a drink and smiled a bit before saying, There is beauty all around you if you know where to look, even in the harshness of winter. The first real snowfall covers everything with a blanket of white, waiting to be disturbed by curious creatures and kids seeking fun building snowmen and making angels.
The stream that runs through the property is taken for granted most of the year until a snowfall covers the rocks, and tiny ice cycles attach themselves, leaving a picture any artist would love to capture.
The thing I find the most soothing is the quiet. There are no construction crews hammering away and saws screaming. Traffic is all but lost, as only the emergency vehicles will be heard, but hopefully not.
The crackling of a fire in the pit and the laughter of the children as they race around the frozen pond, unaware of anything else.
To me, winter is a time for cleansing the earth and allowing time for Spring to be reborn, rising from the once-frozen ground. A blanket to protect what waits below to dazzle us after the snow leaves until next time.
Mike 2025
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