Welp, it is about a bazillion degrees below zero here, like it is all over much of the country. It is face-hurting cold, but I’m not here to bitch about it. (Give me a few more weeks–you might get a kvetch out of me then.)
I love winter, and am not surprised when, you know, IT GETS COLD. Winter will do that in a lot of places. There are plenty of reasons why I think winter is great; here are a few of my biggies:
1. I’d much rather be too cold than too hot.
2. The clothes are cuter.
3. And let’s not forget BOOTS.
4. My dog loves the cold, and watching her play and run around in the snow like a maniac makes me smile every. Time.
5. Winter is VERY important for gardening. On the surface (at least around here), everything looks dead and brown and blah. Underground, though, my beloved plants are gestating and sleeping and getting all fat and strong for the big spring push. I LOVE THAT. I have to remember that it can be the same for me if I keep my eye on the ball and don’t let myself simply hold down the couch all season.
But when it gets very cold like this, I am especially grateful for the fact that I have a warm, safe home and food in the pantry. My animals have a warm, safe home and food in their bowls. It is such a basic thing and so easy to take for granted.
A young woman went missing from a nearby town on New Year’s Eve, and the colder it gets the more I worry: Is she safe? Did she just do a rebellious, teenaged runner? Is she at least warm enough? I cannot begin to imagine what her family must be going through; somehow the cold just makes it seem that much more bleak.
I don’t have to worry about being warm enough tonight. I hope you don’t, either. Let’s all snuggle a little closer under the blankets tonight, AND decide what we might do to make someone else’s winter a little safer and warmer.
Action, action, action. That’s the ticket.
Could we give our old blankets and towels to an animal rescue? Can we donate our sleeping bags to a homeless shelter? Can we put in an afternoon of volunteering here and there? Maybe we can write a check, however small it may seem to us. Taken separately, yes, these are small things; but they add up, and they all matter.
The holidays are over (you can’t see me, but I’m jumping up and down a little bit. There might be clapping.), but winter seems to be just getting underway. So let’s all keep an eye out for one another, shall we? It could be another long one.