Friday, December 3, 2010

the night on which i realize that i don't HATE winter.

i hate winter.
seriously.  i lie to myself all summer long and tell myself i love the idea of 4 very absolutely positively distinct seasons.  lie lie lie LIE.

and then at the very first moment of a snowfall ... i remember that there is oh-so-much to very much dislike about living where i do.

it's cold.
there's SNOW.
not just a bit of snow.
lots of snow.
and the driving on ice sucks.
superty bigtime.

and then?
sometimes.  everyone in my family falls asleep ... including the husband.
and i walk outside ... because now the job of taking the dog out has fallen onto my shoulders too.
and i see this.

and this ...

and catch a glimpse of this.
 and i start to do crazy things like this.
while holding a camera outside as the snowflakes land upon my lashes at rather late an hour ...

and i realize that maybe HATE is too strong a word.
because there really is something ok about late at night when the world doesn't seem quite so dark with a blanket of white snow.

(dear anymommy.  i promise.  i'll still move to somewhere warm with you.  because tomorrow might be a whole 'nother story.  love me.)


~The South Dakota Cowgirl~ said...

Love it! I don't mind the snow, but I really don't like 3-4 months of it that we have normally!

dearheart said..., you heart winter. At least that makes one of us! I think of my affection for that first blanket of snow and all that it represents as puppy love. Fleeting. (:

Annie said...

I live here in MN too, and I love the fresh first snowfalls. Its in about February that I'm ready for 60s and 70s again!