Winter sent its sentinels — cold rain, brisk wind, stubborn moon — to us this weekend and we fired up our furnace, message received.
Like our fat neighborhood squirrels with their nut-stuffed cheeks, we’re storing up for winter too. We’re filing away images — a pink sunrise, golden tree, sparkling river; and sounds — ball hitting aluminum bat, wave lapping warm sand, bird chirping morning song; and smells — fresh cut grass, smoky barbecue, sweet kettle corn.
I like to think that last autumnal burst of color, especially brilliant this year, acts as a rainbow, a promise of lilac springs.
In the coming weeks we’ll dust off our storm windows and fire up our snow blowers. Gradually, our winter clothes will migrate into our wardrobes as we unpack wooly sweaters and thick boots. Winter offers a magic of its own and we’ll be ready for all of the cookie baking, snowman making, icy breathtaking fun.
But winter in Wisconsin is also long.
And we took some time this weekend to prepare.
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Thank you so much!