When we told people we were moving to New England, the first reaction was always, “WHY?! You’re going to freeze yourselves!”
It’s been a month and a half, and guess what? We didn’t!
Instead, I learned that I love the quick snap of cold air that sneaks in through cracks of old windows. I love indulging on the occasional hot chocolate. I love sweaters, all things wool, boots, and especially snuggly pups who selflessly serve as body warmers.
I even love the direct heat of my radiant heater on my face as I write.
We’ve only had one true snowy day, but my heart sang as I looked out the window to all of those flakes. That’s not something I’ve ever had the privilege of seeing on a regular basis.
The cold wakes me up, energizes me, and gets me out the door in a way that the hot summer days of Texas never could. I’m thrilled to be feeling the first wisps of spring, but the thought of a new winter does not give me a heavy heart.
I took this picture on a cold, damp day, and I just love the life and beauty that springs from it in spite of (or because of?) the bitter winds.