A blog I read said this, recently:
I absolutely love this time of year: the crisp cold, the white skies, the sense of clarity and energy after the velvet-luxury, over-indulgent, laziness of Christmas. It makes me want to run, to clean, to sing, and to organise.
I feel the same way, although I will admit feeling frustrated by a) not living in a place with winter (oh, my sad winter-pining. I know it’s just me. I don’t blame the lovely town I live in. I am not being contrary — I just really like winter. I’m good at cold weather. I love snow. I love driving in snow. I like when life is a little bit difficult physically. I love a period when things are not growing. and your eyes can rest. Coming back here where it never gets so cold you can’t smell things saddens me. I’m like an apple tree –I need winter.) and b) I’m barely back from Montreal and we need to go down to Arizona to pick up the car I left there at the beginning of our odyssey.
But I am feeling energetic and in the mood for organizing.
I think it will be a fun trip to Arizona. I’ll see the relatives there, eat good things, hopefully go for a hike, and then we’ll drive home and I’ll dive right in. I am looking forward to it.