Frost on the grass and in the air as I breathe. Farewell to
warmth and singing birds as I open my arms to the sun's longer rays, denuded
trees, and shaggy horse coats. Now is the time I look forward to morning fires in the woodstove, coming back in from feeding and cleaning in a cold barn, hot coffee, and the smell of cinnamon toast and frying bacon in the kitchen.
Then there's the holidays. Preparation, meals, and the gleeful delight of family returning to the homestead. Skiing, sledding, riding in the snow, the greyhounds fetching snowballs. Shoveling the walkway and coming in to watch more snow pile up right where you worked.
What is most magical is the quiet and how the landscape during a heavy snow loses all color; a dozen shades of gray and no sound except for the wind. A beauty all its own in a monochrome kind of way.
Looking forward to it all, because change is good. That and by the time February arrives, it's time to look forward to spring again.
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