It has been snowing for the past 15 hours, it is crazy! I am from southern California, and although this will be my second winter in Denver it is still always a bit shocking and exciting when the weather does something like this. Last year it didn’t snow much till well after the middle of November.
My son, also doesn’t remember much of the snow from last year I am assuming. He was so little. So he had so much fun playing out in it today, wondering what on earth it was and why it was covering his little bike.
Granted, I hope that this snow season isn’t settling in quite yet as we haven’t even really embraced fall completley, but they say we will be back in the mid 60’s by the end of the week.
Snow days put me in a good mood. Who knows why? There is just something cozy and romantic about them don’t you think? I have my great smelling candles burning, the heater blasting, a nice movie on, a warm cup of coffee with peppermint mocha creamer and sitting watching the snow accumulate on the bannister and trees outside.
If you were to ask me what my favorite season is, I would tell you the one that is coming. I love them all. I love enjoying the one that we are in just enough and then looking forward to the next one as well. Denver is great for this as there are such distinct seasons as well.
The thing with seasons is, you know a change is coming, you know it is inevitable, but you still don’t know when it’s going to happen. In a way its something to look forward to, a change of pace, maybe even a surprise.
When you are in a tough place in life this is such a place of hope. That you know a change is coming, things always change, that is what life is all about. Perhaps there are a few surprises in store as well.
“and even when the trees have just surrendered to the harvest time, forfeiting their leaves in late September and sending us inside. Still I notice YOU when change begins and I am braced for colder winds. I will offer thanks for what has been and what's to come. YOU are Autumn….
and everything in time and under heaven. Finally falls asleep. Wrapped in blankets white all creation shivers underneath and still I notice you when branches crack and my breath on frosted glass, even now in death you open doors for life to enter. YOU are winter…
and everything that’s new has bravely surfaced teaching us to be.
What was frozen through is newly purposed
turning all things green. So it is with YOU and how you make me new with every seasons change. So it will be, as you are re-creating me. Summer, Autumn, Winter, Spring.”
-Nichole Nordeman “Every Season”