It's starting to feel like winter. Oregon winter. Grey and wet with n aked trees and d ead leaves. I usually dread winter because it seems like everything hibernates. It is much easier to stay inside with cocoa and a movie then go connect with people and do service projects.
But this time seems a little different.
This winter is still grey and wet and , but I think I'm learning to appreciate seasons more.
Like the fall. This fall was probably the favorite fall for me. I didn't regret summer being over, as warm and glorious as the summer was.
My mom said when she was in California the thing she missed most was the season change. At the time I didn't really believe her. How could you get tired of the sun?
And yet, this fall, this winter, I'm learning to embrace. Like for the fall, we juiced it. By "juiced" I mean squeezed every bit of "fallness" out of it, and did everything that resembled "fall." Like raking leaves for free, finding costumes, baking, going on walks in the crisp and bright afternoon, soaking up the flame colors on the trees, going to pumpkin patches, getting lost in corn mazes. The harvest season has been enjoyed, thoroughly.
And now, I feel winter coming. And am excited. That is sort of weird, and unusual. I guess I am ready to juic the winter for all its "winterness."
