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We’re getting a little hint of springtime where I live.  The wind still blows cold but the sun’s been shining and temperatures are above freezing.  There’s still snow on the ground, but it’s sticky and wet.

Husby made a present for me with the sticky, wet snow.  I looked out the patio door and saw this:

He stood on the deck with his crooked willow arms and shy smile looking into the window of the sliding door.  At about one-and-a-half feet tall he was the cutest, most petite snowman I’d ever seen and made he me laugh every time I passed and looked out.

Alas, by the next day the sun kept shining and the temperature was determined to reach forty.  By mid-day the eyes of my little snow friend had popped out and all that remained of his happy smile was an indentation in his icy head.  And because the wind was strong and the sun was warm his icy neck melted and his head hung at an odd angle.  I felt sad pity for him, but his faceless, lopsided self gave me the message that spring is on its way.

I hope little snowman’s demise isn’t in vain.

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The north wind is blowing hard.  January is usually the coldest month of the year in Minnesota, and like clockwork the chime of the new year brought in sub-zero temperatures.

The Epiphany has passed, and thus the Christmas season is officially over.  There still remains a glowing tree in the corner of the room, although the needles are falling off their sagging branches.  This week I’ll have to take on the doleful task of untrimming the sad, dried up tree and storing all of the decorations until next Christmas.  For now I’m going to take just a little more time to relish the glow of the holiday season.

Next week the house will look like its old self again and I’ll get used to it soon enough.  Perhaps once Christmas is packed away I can get onto the business of the new year.  Resolutions?  Not really, but some goals, and hopes for a healthy and productive year.

As the wind gusts beyond the window panes my mind is swimming with things I’d like to do, projects I’d like to undertake, stories I’d like to write, a life I’d like to live.

A belated Happy New Year to you all, and may it be one of the best years yet.

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The Bad Jokes Feet Play

As much as I love the season of ice and snow there are two things that make it a little difficult.  Ice and snow.

On his daily trek to get the mail, carefully walking on the icy road in front of our house, Husby’s feet decided to slide out from under him and down the rest of him went.  It’s a trick our feet like to play in the winter ~ no matter how careful we are once in a while they’re in the mood for a little slapstick, making us a laughing stock to any neighbors looking out their windows at the time while simultaneously hurting the rest of our body.

Husby landed on a hand, then elbow, then face.  Poor thing.

Yikes! A nice little gash, some very colorful bruising and a lot of puffiness. Nice work, feet.

He says he’s okay, it’s not bad, he’s had worse.  Pfft, I say.  I immediately checked his pupils for signs of a head injury and although he said everything was fine he assured me he’d summon me to take him to the emergency room if necessary.

When people ask what happened Husby will respond, “you should see the other guy!”

Husby is indeed just fine, suffering only from soreness on the arm on which he landed.  His eye never got so puffy that he couldn’t see out of it.  The thing is, we both kind of hope that cut leaves a scar, because nothing says sexy like the remnants of a battle, even if that battle was with ice and snow.

** Update** Today the bruising as traveled to Husby’s lower eye lid.  His eye looks like a big, red Christmas ornament.  Ho ho ho!

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Winter has arrived in Minnesota.  The snow remains on the ground since the first flakes fell at 3:15 a.m. Monday morning.  How would I know the first flakes fell at that particular moment?  I stayed awake all night to witness it.

Cold air moves in, snow flies, ice forms, and I love to cozy into my favorite chair under a handmade afghan with a good book (or a laptop) in front of a crackling fire.  These are the months of reflection for me.  The annual nesting instinct takes over.  It’s the time of year when the kitchen is filled with the aromas of freshly baked bread (thanks to Husby), bubbling stews and the delights of sweet cookies and cakes.

Winter is such a quiet season.  Of course there are occasional snow storms that inconvenience us with power outages and hazardous driving, but the overall dormancy of winter is one of the most peaceful things I know.

It has begun.  With the arrival of this cold and snow white season I hope to become revitalized as I have in past winters.  It’s time to throw on a bulky sweater and heat up a pan of milk for a steaming cup of cocoa.  These moments of warm silence in a cold world fill me with gratitude.

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