This long, treacherous winter has me longing to skip spring altogether and jump into the warmth of a lazy mid-summer day. I’ve been dreaming of green – not scattered shoots of crocuses or the chartreuse of emerging leaves, but vibrant swaths of treetop and grass so lush that it begs for bare feet. Steinbeck wrote in Travels with Charley: In Search of America, “What good is the warmth of summer without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?” I predict this will be our sweetest summer yet.
Our family closed 2013 skiing with close friends in Northern Michigan where subzero windchills kept all but diehard skiers off of the slopes. The cold may have prevented us from spending the entire day outside, but paired with a new-fallen blanket of snow, it brought the gift of quiet which was almost as beautiful as the landscape. And it made après-ski feel like heaven!
Wishing everyone a serene entry into the New Year. May we all resolve to love hard, live in the moment, and surround ourselves with those who bring us joy. If 2013 taught me anything, it’s that we only get to do this once. xo
