I loved knitting beside a crackling fire, sipping whiskey-laced hot cocoa. I loved reading with my feet propped fireside while blizzard winds rattled the windows. I loved winter.
Last year, though, oh my. I tried to love winter, but I had this little 12 pound human strapped to my chest who hated sun, wind, snow, cold; plus a toddler who hated both her mittens and having cold hands--not to mention the struggle it was just to get a pair of pants on, let alone snow pants. Last year, it was hard to see any green at the end of the tunnel. Winter seemed like an impossible place for children. Why are we doing this? I'd bark at my husband, We should move to Hawaii.
One year later, things have changed. The shift is huge. Winter is this great, blank canvas. Our yard, our neighborhood, our playgrounds, our lives, are transformed. It's as though we live in two different places and we didn't even have to travel. We have a house with a chimney! We have mini-mountains in our backyard! We have a bear den! We have snow-girls! We can make angels! And ice-wreaths! We have icicle lollipops! Snowball fights! We sled, we slide, we romp, we wallow!
And just like that, winter is this whole new thing I'm looking forward to sharing with my kids. Skiing! Snowshoeing! Igloos! Snow-caves! Snow-angles! Ice-candles! Ice-carving! Ice-skating! "Painting" snow with food coloring in squirt bottles! Oh my! Playing outside today Juniper said, "We'd better go inside, it's getting too hot out here." (Granted, for us it was hot--40 degrees.) We just needed another year under our belts. And while I *knew* that last year, I just couldn't see it. Also, mittens that toddlers can't pull off themselves, don't fall off, and don't collect snow in the cuffs (I so remember that as a kid) really help.
These photos were taken over the last few weeks. Some days, it was just below zero, other days, a balmy 30 degrees. Us, outside:
^Juniper's "house" and getting ready to "slide down the chimney."^
^Making an ice-wreath.^
^A cold day. Cold enough for bike tires to stick.^
^Post-ski sister love. Lots of sister love going around these days.^
^Snow-girls get hugs too.^