There is a time for everything.
I know this. I believe it. The thing is, when a sliver of life overwhelms me, I forget it.
I tend to operate on the assumption that whatever is going on in my life–good or bad, joy or sorrow–will last forever. The seasons, especially as they change, remind me that this is not true. Seasons give me hope. They prompt me to take stock and be grateful. These are the silver linings, the small wonders, the little comforts that have contributed to my sanity in this season of cold, of short days and long nights.
- Snow. Just snow. It makes it so much easier to endure the cold.
- Darkness. A blanket of comfort.
- The fox who regularly treks across our frozen pond, occasionally diving below the snow.
- Wood burning in our stove. (And the men who provide it.)
- Indoor hot dog and marshmallow roasts. Just for fun.
- Sunshine. Especially after long strings of grey and gloomy days.
- Snow days. Every single one of them. They were gifts of unexpected time, even–or maybe especially–the ones that pried my grasping fingers off of the Very Important Things that the snow interrupted.
- Bananagrams. We play after lunch, after dinner, or when it just seems like a good idea to circle the wagons for a few minutes of lighthearted together time.
- Homemade marshmallows. This recipe is simple and delicious. Also, molten when roasted: consume with care.
- Crockpot Chicken Wild Rice Soup. So much more manageable to make a quick roux at dinner-time than to begin anything at that weary time of day.
- Birdsong. I heard it on Sunday morning, an unmistakable reminder that spring will come.
What comforts or wonders or silver linings has winter brought your way?