I love the summer. I don’t like the winter much at all. I don’t like the cold, give me 40 degree heat any day. I feel the cold a lot, and I always, ALWAYS, have cold feet. Once I am cold it takes me forever to get warm.
I am telling you all this because summer is over here. Autumn is fast slipping away too, and winter is looming. Every chilly morning I look out into the fog and wonder if this will be the first frost. Will it snow this year or not? (For those reading from far off places it really only snows on the big mountains of Australia, but on occasion it gets cold enough to snow where we live, though it usually melts before it hits the ground).
After a long, hot, dry, summer, it is almost a relief to have these colder, darker, damper days. Now that it is dark by 6pm, or when it rains all day, it almost seems like the world is telling me to stay snuggled up on the couch in my PJs and not do anything much at all. A good, wet, cold, storm seems to wash away so much dust and dirt and debris and compel me to stay closer to home. These first weeks of cooler weather I almost look forward to.
We go out walking around the paddocks. Chatting to the horses and cows. Collecting sticks to help start the fire. Looking for fairies and wishing our days away with dandelions. I do miss the sun hats and sunscreen, I am not a fan of heavy coats and hundreds of layers, but I will try to embrace it. For now. While the freshness of the air is still novel and new. Before I am sick of my cold feet and frozen washing.
I know there are people living in places far colder and darker than we are, so I will try to remember that. I know that there are good things that happen in winter – my baby boy’s first birthday is coming. But I also know, in a few weeks time, in the middle of the winter months I won’t be so accepting and I will start making plans and dreaming of the summer again. But for now… I will try not to be wishing my days away too much.