This week has been absolutely gorgeous.
It is November, and we have had temperatures of 17 and 18 degrees celcius. The sun has been shining, the breeze has been calm, and the fall leaves are hanging on.
Last year at this time, winter was in full force. Our yard never got cleaned up before the snow because the snow came so early. This is what fall is supposed to be like.
What a difference a year can make.
It may not be pretty, but this picture makes me very happy.
For six months, this corner of our back deck has been covered in snow. This is the corner outside my back door, where I go to hang clothes.
For six months, I haven’t been able to access this spot.
Now, finally, with the promise of sun today and a little corner to stand on, I can hang out some clothes on the line.
It’s not much, but it’s enough.
Even though I am (incredibly) anxious for the snow to melt into spring, I can’t help but notice the softening of the light on a snowy day.
It is like a natural filter, creating muted tones and misted backdrops.
So, for a moment, I push aside my distaste for the weather and appreciate these artful scenes with my camera.
Freezing rain is the last thing I want to see in the winter.
I dread the roads, fear the driveway, and curse the icy layer on the car.
But I can’t help myself: It is pretty. So I brave the backyard and head out with my camera. The world is layered in glass.
Treacherous, yet stunningly beautiful.
Our first winter storm has arrived.
(Even though it is still technically fall.)
Nearby houses disappeared in the wind and the snow.
It is a black and white landscape.
Summer will soon be a memory.
So when that summer sun spills through in September, I stop and let its heat soak through me.
In September, when the leaves are beginning to turn and the mornings are crisp, hot summer afternoons are a welcome gift.
Usually, I am a fair weather girl.
I do not like to be out in the wind, the rain, or the cold.
But I’ve started walking, and this time I’m determined to make it a habit. I even bought myself some waterproof sneakers so that I wouldn’t have an excuse to stay home on rainy days.
The first day, it rained. I took my umbrella and I walked anyway.
And it was beautiful.
I love hanging out laundry.
I love sorting the sizes (I’ve even been known to rearrange!) from longest to shortest, love snapping the clothespins onto the edges of towels, and love looking out the window at the clothes flapping in the wind.
It is a moment I look forward to after each winter’s thaw, and enjoy until my fingers freeze in the fall.
It is an excuse to get fresh air and still be productive. It is a quiet minute to feel the heat of the sun, see the trees, and listen to the sounds of summer.
Now, if only the hornets would stay away…
I love the sun.
Days of rain make me feel frustrated and annoyed; I can’t get any of my outside work done, can’t go to the beach, can’t even take the kids to the park.
One day of rain is not so bad. It’s an excuse to read all day. More than one, and I start getting cranky.
I can’t help one thing, though: I love the sound of the rain.
I open the windows, pause for a minute, and just listen.