Though winter takes a substantial chunk out of my already serious minded self, causing a mild depression to color my world more darkly, there is still fun and magic to be had. One only has to make it.
A walk by moonlight, then a fire, all while darkness slowly turns to dawn. The warmth of the fire soothing, sparks flying as an air current oxygenates it brightly.
Then a call from our son after he drops off his eldest at Middle School, a daily pleasure looked forward to with the phone by my side, making sure I’m back inside to catch it by 7AM.
The other son usually video chats at the same time, bringing us both to the island at their house in a neighboring state while the grand-kids, one 6, one 2, and one 1, all eat breakfast. The eldest granddaughter usually is in charge of us through the tablet.
After the first ten minutes of removing my glove to take photos, that had to stop because my fingers were freezing in such frigid temps.
“Did you know the animals talk to me?” I asked my grand-daughter one day.
She smiled in response while I added, “They do. The birds hop along tree to tree all the way down to the creek. And the bunnies stop, sitting still, letting me close, wondering why is this fairy nymph up so early.”
The magic of the meadow is curative, mystical, and wonderous.
The morning crisp with frost called me out as the sun rose sparkling the ground, bushes, and meadow grasses. And back in again for the camera as the beauty was irresistible. Yet my camera cannot catch all the glimmery rainbows dancing off the frozen droplets touched by morning’s kiss of sunrise.
A leaf peeping trip through the deep hills nearby to see color before they ‘fall.’ Then our favorite stop at a stony beach by a sparkling lake. After finding driftwood and smooth stones for the ladybug project, we follow the lake home for more eye popping color.
My five year old grand-daughter saw something similar at the town fair while here a month ago and just had to snitch the idea for her as a gift.
Recovering from a simple virus compounded with headache and slight fever, it took my happy away. Camera in hand, down to the meadow I go discovering joy again.
The peace of earth sustains me, flocks of birds getting ready to fly south, startled at my approach, waving grass greening after the rains, a bunny hopping away, and quiet, peaceful quiet settling my mind of its morbid thoughts.