Seven Things That I Love About Winter

First, I want to be clear; I’ve never been fond of cold weather. It didn’t help that my Southern birthplace, and childhood home, was New Orleans, Louisiana, a place where severe winters are rare. On the rare occasion that it did snow, I was the only sibling who refused to go outside. I was totally uninterested in building snowmen or otherwise voluntarily being out in the cold. If the temperatures dropped into the 60’s, I was the first to grab sweaters, gloves, hats, and other winter attire. Time has done nothing to change my mind.

In the late 90’s, I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. The symptoms of the condition are varied, but body-wide pain and muscle tension, resulting in chronic pain, extreme fatigue, insomnia, and cognitive deficiencies are among them. In my case, the 24/7 chronic pain forced me to stop actively practicing law some years ago.

I am never without pain, and winter and cold weather are insidious enemies to my body. The thing is that try as I might, I can never warm from the cold, and it prevents me from relaxing my muscles. As a result, they remain in a constant state of tension and stress causing increased daily pain. Nevertheless, as with anything, I believe that there is gratitude to be had in almost situations.

With that said, these are the seven things that make me appreciate the Winter season:

• cold weather attire, especially my favorite, boots

• soft, fannel pajamas

• sitting in front of a roaring fire

• the heated seat in my car

• sitting around our outdoor fire pit with family and friends to stay warm on a cold Winter’s night

• hibernating snakes because they live in our area, and, irrational or not, I am terrified of them, and

• of course, Thanksgiving and Christmas

So, although it is not officially Winter, Lydia’s Winter has arrived. As a result, Spring/Summer clothes are being stored to make room for all of my sweaters, winter hats, cold weather ponchos and coats, and most importantly, a light wool brown scarf that belonged to my long deceased baby brother. When I wear the scarf, I feel so close to him. Also, as a serious boot lover, I am already searching for the yearly pair of boots that I buy to add to my boot collection.

Whether you enjoy Winter or not, I’d love to hear one or more things that you like about the season, as well as any favorite memories that warm your heart about the Winter season.

Creative Writing Saturday

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. ~ Robert Frost

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Spring Longing

~ Spring Dreams ~Image by ViaMoi via Flickr
Today the high temperature is hovering somewhere in the 30’s. Now, I realize that this is winter, but for goodness sakes, this is Austin, Texas, and just two days ago it was a balmy 80 degrees! I know, I know, get over it, right? But, I am a southern girl and I prefer cold weather as much as a visit to the gynecologist. I tolerate it.  Although, I don’t complain as much about going to the gyne, so, go figure. 


In actuality, it’s Spring that I am looking forward to–renewal and all, and as Charles Dickens referred to as the “spring of hope.”  As of yet, I’ve been unable to discern the origin of the phrase, but “spring is in the air” is oh so accurate. You can sense its coming as surely as you can a coming rain. There is an energy in the air that is palpable, electric, and yes, hopeful. The signs of Spring are not only in the air, but in the earth, as the season’s buds reach towards the sun, after a long winter’s nap, and in nature itself as, among other things, the swift and beautiful hummingbirds return seeking that sweet nectar to sate their thirst, and the myriad insects, those welcome and unwelcome, arise from their slumber to perform their role in the rites of Spring.  


Yes, I long for Spring but I must also keep in mind that 

“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.” ~Anne Bradstreet

Blessings and Peace, 

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