Heading into the cold time, the house reverberating with the sounds that accompany it ….it’s cold, put your shoes on, put your coat on.
Gentle reminders for little ones who think shoes an inconvenience and for grandfather and I about coats when we venture outside as we seldom forget to put our shoes on, and if so purely by design.
I love this time of year, the vibrancy of it – kind of a guessing game from the time you go to bed to how the morning will greet you.
Stoking the fire at night and sweat shirts or sweaters in the morning for the less adventurous.
Steaming pancakes or oatmeal for breakfast accompanied by a cup of strong black coffee to fortify resolve and stoke the inner furnace.
The autumnal rummaging through closets and boxes for clothes not seen since the previous season – extra blankets appearing from out of nowhere, freshly laundered with the familiar smell of an old friend that kept you warm as winter howled outside the door.
A good time with the business and work of spring and summer to prepare for the transition put away for now to begin anew in the coming year – a ritual, a rite of passage as the seasons come and go.
The joy, satisfaction, and laughter found in that work now brings a joy, satisfaction, and comfort of it’s own.
A sense of accomplishment – we are ready, we are prepared, secured by our own efforts in as much as we can be.
Coats thicken on the hounds, horses prance and snort, and at times vapor accompanies the spoken word, the act of breathing.
Soon we will pirouette on mirrors of ice, a pantomime of Olympic tryouts the hopeful wouldn’t attempt, lob snowballs though the air, build snowmen and snow women who if they should melt will sag in all the wrong places like old women as grandmother said and made us all laugh and hug her.
Maybe we’ll build an igloo this year and even spend a night in it just because we can, for sure we’ll tramp the woods reading sign of those who passed the same way.
Snow laden boughs will succumb dropping their burden on the unsuspecting amid howls of laughter while squirrels chatter their applause in appreciation.
A time of the year that brings a glow to the cheeks and a twinkle to the eye.