In South Texas, Winter is often more a word. than a season of bitter cold. But many times a few days after we have celebrated Christmas, Winter makes a sudden, although usually brief, dramatic appearance screaming “Take me seriously!'” Citrus and tropical plants on our back porch did not survive our recent episode. We already talk of replanting, ordering seeds, replacing. But we also hope, waiting to see what life will come back. I am thankful for comfort and good food and warmth for our family, for good hugs and kind touch. I am thankful for talks beside the fire. I am thankful for home.
“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand, and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” ~ Edith Sitwell0
I have a solid pair of shoes outfitted with a new pair of shoe chains sitting by the door awaiting the promised ice storm. Snow is so much easier. Winter does give one pause. Since I knit, I welcome the interruption of such severe weather as a time to hibernate with a set of needles and some yarn. It is truly a time for home.
Oh, Katherine, I admire your ability to “deal” with the amount of snow and ice you have. Our drops into the teens and low 20’s the week after Christmas caught us truly under the weather. I have had another bout of bronchitis and did not get out to protect the porch plants, so they are sad to see. We are now back up in the 60’s but have severe thunderstorms and tornado warnings this morning. My 10-year-old granddaughter has taken up knitting and I thought of you when she was here last week. She knitted a cap for her newborn cousin.
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