A picture taken up the road in Heyden a few mornings ago …..it’s a local joke around here that it is “always snowing in Heyden” – perhaps true home of the Gods, Heyden, the Hallowed Halls of Humidity ! (…supposedly a name found in old mythologies, either greek or norse, can’t remember. Anyone got time to Google it?)
So, November is almost over. I say it’s time to get our heads out of the cupboards, root cellars and woodsheds. If “It” hasn’t been put away, put up, preserved, pickled, placed, packed or procured yet, you are **** out – of-luck!
Enjoying winter’s imminent presence is a lot easier if you are prepared, mentally and physically. For me, surviving November’s sombre gloom means an extended week of hibernation inside the house, investigating all the cupboards, and making sure my Smart Wool is all to hand. “Be Prepared!” …. that old Scout’s motto ….perhaps most people who suffer this affliction need to feel in charge of an environment that is controllable – unlike Mother Nature’s willful world.
Having food and firewood in the house is a big warm security blanket. It is immensely satisfying to set yourself a goal of using one item a day out of the deep freeze – and to open that freezer and see all the jewels of summer waiting for you there. It is a promise that these darker days at the years’ end will give way to sparkling days of sun and snow… and so return to spring once more.
As the world outside turns white and cold, the luxurious bounty of summer’s preserves found deep in the cellar reminds us that all perspective is subjective. Our November navel-gazing days help thicken our blood, (and perhaps our waist-lines) in preparation for the outdoor activities of the best season of the year!
A “pome” for Winter
Why do so many people cry and act with dismay,
When beautiful winter settles in for a stay?
The landscape is cozy and all put to bed,
No more gardens and yardwork; the woodstove is fed.
A time to reflect on all that’s collected,
Through human spirit, hard work, and lifetimes reflected.
So, pay homage to seasonal change and renewal,
Please don’t disparage winter and call weather cruel.
Remember that old tune about life’s seasons’ turning,
And trust every change gives us chances for learning.
I do believe our collective unconscious has power,
Perhaps to even change global warming at this very hour!
Like the myth of the Internet, (…who thought up THAT deal?)
Our belief and enjoyment can conspire to make real!
So strap on those snowshoes, wool hat and a pack,
Schuss onto the ski-slopes or to the trails out back!
Our world is diverse, and deserves our respect
And exists solely for us, so let’s partake, and protect!