Have I ever told you how much I love winter? I figured since yesterday I talked about how much I hate something that most people love (tomatoes), today I should talk about something I love that I know a lot of people, well, don’t like so much (winter).
I don’t know what it is about winter draws me in. Maybe it’s fires in the fireplace, hot tea, wearing my comfy jeans and sweaters. Or a little of all of the above? I don’t know exactly, but it’s all good in my book.
The other day the hubby and I were out playing tennis when we heard that familiar sound of geese honking in the distance. Sure enough, we experienced a formation fly-by. This flock wasn’t necessarily flying south so I guess they were just on a practice run.
I felt that familiar pang of excitement. Winter is coming! OK. Well, first we’ll have fall, but that’s just a scenic passing point on the way to winter!
I’m not certain I’ve formally introduced you to my hubby yet. This is Shawn. Well, this is me (with messy hair) and Shawn.
He’s the real photographer in the family. The rest of us are just pretending…and learning.
If you haven’t experienced any honking geese on their practice runs South, I thought I would share with you some of Shawn’s pictures of geese. Hope you enjoy!
I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. — Andrew Wyeth
The Indian Summer, the dead Summer’s soul. — Mary Clemmer
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. — George Eliot