Why, Hello there November. Are you here so soon? It seemed like just a few weeks ago I was seeing the back end of you and your vicious cold weather friends December and January, yet here you are again.
Today is cold. It's also the first time I've seen most of the sky a color other than gray and it is beautiful- a beautiful "Carolina" blue with wisps of gorgeous white clouds dotted here and there. The air is crisp, but it's clean.
I'm trying to learn to appreciate winter- to find the beauty in it.
It's easy to find Spring beautiful. There is a riot of colors as the flowers bloom and the trees bud. The weather warms, the grass comes back and of course, the wild animals wake up, the birds come back and everywhere little creatures emerge.
It's easy to find Summer beautiful. The skies are blue, the grass is soft and green under bare feet and it's the time to play. Days are long, temperatures are warm and we still have flowers to enjoy, not to mention the beautiful colors of a garden ripening. We are treated to such beautiful, golden sunsets.
It's easiest to find Autumn beautiful. The temperatures are perfect, the skies are still blue, the gardens are winding down, but they are still producing. The colors of the trees rival the beautiful range of spring flowers. The wild animals are everywhere as they prepare for the winter. The sunsets come earlier, but they are still beautiful- not as golden as those in the Summer, but fiery in their own right.
It's hardest to find Winter beautiful. A newly fallen snow beautiful- but it is soon melted and muddied, it's pristine beauty ruined by dog tracks and people tracks. The winds are harsh, the temperatures cold. The animals are gone, hibernating or in the warmer places they've migrated to. The colors are gone- the only greens the evergreen trees. The rest of the trees are stark against the cloudy skies, bare of leaves and birds. It seems like the world is painted in muted tones and gray.
This year, I will find the beauty in winter.