Well, the leaves are littering the streets and the air is beginning to hold that crisp cold bite of fall. I know that fall is beautiful and I need to appreciate it, but I can't help but think of what fall leads to. Winter... now, let me make myself clear... winter in Chicago is not like winter where I come from. People always say,"Oooh, you're from Canada! You should be able to handle the cold!" No. Winter where I come from is beautiful. The snow so heavy on the trees branches that they hang low to the ground. People ice skating and kids sledding. Yes, Chicago does have beautiful moments in winter. Like, right after the snow falls and everything that was brown and frozen is covered over with a heavy blanket of white. But the very next day everything is brown again and you just try to push your way through the bitter cold wind that cuts through you like the scalpel of a heavy handed surgeon.
I feel like I need green life around me. I need sunlight warming my face. Its really easy for me to become "under the weather" in the winter. I love Christmas, but after that it just seems useless and miserable! To be completely honest!
But I guess this year I will try to push through it and see the beauty is every sparkle of snow, Every sip of Starbucks...mmm, every scarf and mitten and rosy cheek.
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that'a girl. plus we'll keep busy by teaching naya how to say, azuree, hannah, dummy...you know, the good stuff!
Winter is hard for me too. Not so much now in this farmhouse that has huge windows on all sides to let in the prairie sunshine, and the cobalt blue of the sky helps too, plus evergreens to "spruce" up the starkness of winter's landscape. But yeah, there's no beauty like the scenery we grew up with that's for sure.
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