We are experiencing our first blast of arctic chill.
It is the season to be thankful, and I realize in-spite of what might seem like a little grumbling on my part, I do have a lot that I feel quite happy and thankful for.
I don’t care for cold weather.
I had made a promise to myself not to complain so much this winter about the cold and try to find some way to embrace, the cold, snow, ice and other such gifts that nature gives us at this time of the year.
That was before we discovered a major problem with our chimney.
We rely on our wood-stove to provide the primary source of heat in our old drafty house.
Our chimney runs through the center of the house. For safety reasons it is off-limits and does not seem as though financially we will be in a place any time soon to rectify the situation.
So if I seem to be extra cold weather crabby this winter – pinch me – but beware, I may pinch back.
I am thankful that mother nature has given a bright sunny day that makes the ornamental grasses dance in the wind.
When the sun shines behind the grass, it is a million rays shinning and sparkling full of magic. The seed heads look like stars getting ready to shoot off into the wind and grant a million wishes.
Right now I am wishing I could find my long underwear.
See you later, Bye!