Pikes Peak was covered with snow this morning. It was beautiful, but also ominous. Ominous because it means winter's on the way. Even the air has been smelling like winter the last couple days. It seems that somehow we skipped right past fall.
I'm not ready for it. I'm not ready for bitter wind and the naked trees. I'm not ready snow that turns to brown slush and cakes my car fenders. I'm not ready for my front walk to be a sheet of black ice. I'm not ready for the endless reports of school closings and late starts. I'm not ready for the traffic accidents and hour-long commutes to and from work.
But in an effort at optimism, here are a few things I am looking forward to. I am excited to use my fireplace. I'm excited to drink gallons of hot chocolate and Russian Tea. I'm excited because Home Alone will be on TBS. I'm excited because winter means Thanksgiving and then Christmas and the New Year with all the festivities. I'm excited because winter means Eggnog season. I'm excited because Havana LOVES the snow and it makes me happy to watch her play in it. I'm excited because I often wake up to a view like this out my bedroom window ...
Actually, I guess it's not so bad after all.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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4 comments:
Thanks for the pep talk. I feel betterr. What's Russian Tea?
Thanks for this post, now I definitely miss Colorado.. fluffy scarves, work at home days, reasons to buy new show shoes, skiing, snow angels and snowman. I love the winter in CO. :(
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I was having the same conversation with the kids the other day. I am really not ready for the trees to be ugly bare and the roads to turn white from the salt and to have to shiver in my car until it warms up. I told my kids that I thought the trees and grass were ugly in the winter. Simon rebuked me and said, "MOM, you should NOT say that. I love the earth and you should too." I guess he told me, huh??
What I do love about fall and winter is the pumpkin lattes at the coffee shops. Mmmm...And I love wearing my jeans and long-sleeved shirts and sweatshirts. And my big leather combat boots from American Eagle. You're right. It's not so bad.
Russian Tea is gross. Chai rocks.
I used that word just for you, Carolyn.
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