That video! I love it! Just the sound of the wind brought back memories of living on a northerly climate. When I read your letter I miss it…but I have definitely gotten used to warmer winters.
You know I’ve been nose-deep in Flannery’s letters. She ends nearly every letter to the Fitzgeralds with, “Let me hear how you do.” Sometimes just “Let me hear.” Anyway, the ending of your letter reminded me of that. ❤️ i woke up at 4:00 am this morning to WIND. Our crept Myrtle was knocking on the window. Knock, knock, knocking. Andrew’s parents in Alabama had it worse. They had several trees fall. One on their car. One on their boathouse. And lots blocking their driveway. It was an eventful morning to be thinking about weather. I’m ready for the sun again.
Weather can be remarkably inconvenient, but I'm glad to hear no people were harmed. A tornado passed near us last summer but luckily our trees fell conveniently and not on buildings or cars. Now we have more firewood, which can't be said of snow when it blocks the driveway.
Maybe it's just because of my Floridian origins, but the magic of snow hasn't worn off for me yet. I didn't love shoveling slush yesterday and wondered out loud if this is the weather that makes all the New Englanders fantasize about moving, but I'll happily shovel slush once or twice a year instead of sweating for 8 out of 12 months. All about perspective I guess.
I don't like shoveling until I start doing it... there's something about using my body to scoop and chip that triggers childhood sandbox memories. Little Reagan was all about the mudpies. Embrace the magic, I say. (And then pile on the hot water bottle and weighted blanket.)
I love winter too Reagan. There's something about needing to brace and bolster yourself... about taking on the cold and snow... but also joining it. We are having the snowiest winter in several years and I love it. The neighbours are tucked behind giant snowbanks and last night our wind chill was down near the meeting point of fahrenheit and Celsius. I'm a big fan of blankets and extra blankets and sweaters. But... I'm no good in hot weather... especially humidity. I wilt and puddle.
Yes, and the "needing to brace" is all the more exhilerating for knowing that it won't last forever, and every winter the pattern will come again, always preceded by the glories of fall and followed by the verges of spring but none of it ever exactly the same way twice.
This letter is pure poetry.
That puts the wind in my sails! 💞
You are made of heartier stock than me. But I don't believe I have a severe allergy to dust mites, so that's something ;)
I'm glad the lines have fallen in pleasant places for both of us, meteorologically speaking. 😉
That video! I love it! Just the sound of the wind brought back memories of living on a northerly climate. When I read your letter I miss it…but I have definitely gotten used to warmer winters.
I'm happy to take it upon myself to live here and supply folks like you with the footage. 😁
I shall live vicariously through your videos and writing ☺️
You know I’ve been nose-deep in Flannery’s letters. She ends nearly every letter to the Fitzgeralds with, “Let me hear how you do.” Sometimes just “Let me hear.” Anyway, the ending of your letter reminded me of that. ❤️ i woke up at 4:00 am this morning to WIND. Our crept Myrtle was knocking on the window. Knock, knock, knocking. Andrew’s parents in Alabama had it worse. They had several trees fall. One on their car. One on their boathouse. And lots blocking their driveway. It was an eventful morning to be thinking about weather. I’m ready for the sun again.
Weather can be remarkably inconvenient, but I'm glad to hear no people were harmed. A tornado passed near us last summer but luckily our trees fell conveniently and not on buildings or cars. Now we have more firewood, which can't be said of snow when it blocks the driveway.
Maybe it's just because of my Floridian origins, but the magic of snow hasn't worn off for me yet. I didn't love shoveling slush yesterday and wondered out loud if this is the weather that makes all the New Englanders fantasize about moving, but I'll happily shovel slush once or twice a year instead of sweating for 8 out of 12 months. All about perspective I guess.
(this letter is so lovely! ❄️)
I don't like shoveling until I start doing it... there's something about using my body to scoop and chip that triggers childhood sandbox memories. Little Reagan was all about the mudpies. Embrace the magic, I say. (And then pile on the hot water bottle and weighted blanket.)
I absolutely sat under a blanket with my hearing pad and played video games later 😊 so satisfying
I love winter too Reagan. There's something about needing to brace and bolster yourself... about taking on the cold and snow... but also joining it. We are having the snowiest winter in several years and I love it. The neighbours are tucked behind giant snowbanks and last night our wind chill was down near the meeting point of fahrenheit and Celsius. I'm a big fan of blankets and extra blankets and sweaters. But... I'm no good in hot weather... especially humidity. I wilt and puddle.
This was a wonderful weather letter!
Yes, and the "needing to brace" is all the more exhilerating for knowing that it won't last forever, and every winter the pattern will come again, always preceded by the glories of fall and followed by the verges of spring but none of it ever exactly the same way twice.