That has been how I feel about the onset of winter as I get older.
Granted, the first snows are beautiful -- in their Robert Frost way:
"The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake."
Yet, my list of promises to keep seems long.
The list of winter readiness still waiting:
*stake the driveway
*straw over the pipes
*snow fence up
*on & on
And, my worries about the animals --
Did we put up enough food?
Will they be warm enough?
How will they fill their long, endless cold days?
We all hunker down, pull up the quilts...count the weeks until spring.
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
Dave reminds me that the days will begin to get longer again in about a month.
5 - 6 - 7 - 8
I will think about gardens & the spring Barn Sale & warm sunshine.
9 - 10 - 11 - 12
And my mind turns to why I do love living in Wisconsin with four distinct seasons.
It is because we don't take anything for granted.
We know cold as well as we know warmth.
We feel a hibernation as much as we feel a rebirth.
We must feel a loss to feel a joy....know the valleys to reach the peaks.
And so we slow down.
We pull out projects best done on a winter night.
That is the season we are entering...the season of "miles to go".
"But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep."
How will you fill your "miles to go" this winter?