It’s seems all I hear lately is how badly many are longing for spring. And I admit: I want to work my fingers into the earth, to watch the landscape around me morph and spring to life. But. Winter for me is a period of quiet and reflection. The cold stillness that surrounds, the bitter mornings that make you want to stay tucked in just a little longer are all part of a grand cycle that ebbs and flows together.
Spring in all of its glory depends on winter, without the cold, without this natural reset that Mother Earth turns upon us, much isn’t possible. The ice that seems to coat for miles wields within it the destruction of invasive species both to plant and insect kingdoms. Without it, I might go insane defending my spring crops against the all mighty cucumber beetle… dealing with ice and snow seems a small price to pay really when I focus on all that this cold weather does for me. These frosty mornings turn fruit trees within themselves allowing blooms to emerge as winter draws to a close. The rains hydrate the soil, replenish minerals and soften the seeds that wait for warmer times just a scratch beneath the crunchy ground.
Winter is gloomy and also decadent. Holiday tidings, hot chile mocha, and thick wool socks. The beauty of each season is insurmountable. And through winter we are granted a pause, a space in time to still ourselves and find thanks for warmer weather…. before we start cursing the brutal sun.
Watching our kids frolic amidst the sheets of glistening white is a wonder in itself as it is new all over every year as they bring with them new senses and ways to interpret the world around them. Snow angels, snowballs, snowmen and hunting for illusive snowflakes. With our favorite micro lens we were able to capture amazingly tiny ice crystals which provided a great opportunity to discuss the hydrology on our earth when we took homeschooling outside.
So while I long for warmer days filled with spring blooms, tending the garden and bright blue skies I’m grateful for the solace and the bleak. Thankful for this season of cold that brings us closer together and forces all to turn inward where we find space to replenish and focus on living slowly with intention and love.