I feel like I should love winter. For the sake of my kids, for the sake of my sanity, and for the sake of the blog. I can certainly roam Ontario, from indoors to indoors…but I feel that isn’t quite right. And it isn’t quite accurate.
I really do want to go winter camping….well…yurting. And I am totally hoping I find some snow shoes or cross country skis under the tree this year.
And I almost wish my husband loved winter, so he would also wish there were a pair of snowshoes under the tree this year, for him. So I would have his enthusiasm to bound along with.
Except that I don’t really…if I’m perfectly honest with myself. I want to be the one championing winter, who says, “My, it’s so fresh this morning! We should go tobogganing, or at least for a quick ski along the nearby trail!” Because then it will only happen on my terms, or maybe not even then. Then I’ll not have the responsibility of denying the pleasures of winter. And I can love winter when I want to, on the perfect days, when it really is a glistening winter wonderland, and the temperature is not a mile below zero. And I do love it then…but here, in southern Ontario, those days are few and far between.
I love the first snowfall, I love the snow when it is white and shimmering, I love when my boots are dry and the wind isn’t trying to shatter my face. I love the crunching under my boots, and how still the night is, with the blanket of snow.
I love the winter of movies, of books, of childhood memories, of wood-stoves and knitted mittens, of hot chocolate and frozen ponds.
So this winter, I will try. I will try to love winter more often, not just in short, fierce, nostalgia-driven bursts.
So, time to get that yurt booked, and hope for a perfect winter-wonderland.
There aren’t many available – most have been booked already by more organized people, so looks like we’ll be re-visiting MacGregor Point! Hoping for a better experience this time!