Saturday, December 29, 2012

It's Not Even That Cold

1. There's a bit of snow on the ground by morning, but most of the whiteness is fog. Every creature must be holed up because it is deathly quiet outside. The moisture in the air makes it very still and void of 'sound', almost like a heavy snowfall.
2. I've become too soft, trying to stay warm all the time. I go back outside in the afternoon and take a deep lungful of the cold, sharp air. I stay out long enough to let the cold numb my ears and chill my face. Frigid winters used to be part of who we were in upstate New York. It made us hearty. Dressed properly, a person can be outside all day in this. I decide to get my attitude straightened and embrace the cold.
3. I skewer a couple of marshmallow peeps and play by the wood stove for a while.


  1. there is something quite magical about that sort of stillness...

  2. I love your description of the cold and the why of it.

  3. Hi Leanora

    Just to say I have so enjoyed your Blog this past year. I live near Tunbridge Wells in England and have met Clare Grant. My husband is American so I particularly enjoy your news from the Blue Ridge Mountains. Your home and surroungings look so idyllic!!

    Thank you for all your postings.

    Best wishes for a Very Hapy New