I can’t say I have ever truly loved Winter.
Many struggle through those cold and wet months, less socialising, less time outdoors, less exercise, less, less, less.
I look forward to getting cosy after a long hot Aussie Summer.
New discoveries every 6 months. Ohhh that jacket I forgot I had, the simple thrill as I switch back to clothes not worn for 6 months. Like coming home with bags of shopping without the guilt of money spent. Clothes that now seem strangely new.
My garden becomes happily over grown in Winter. Sprouting everywhere, expressing itself. My Winter Gardening Mantra is too wet, too cold, too muddy. Honestly, too unmotivated, when I could be snuggled inside with the fire and a vanilla candle.
I hibernate, I store energy, this busy beaver even sits still more often.
I cook wholesome, hearty food in Winter. Soups, risottos, roast dinner and casseroles…all nourishing and warming me.
Winter is my quiet season………Restorative time.
Preparing for Spring when I literally burst open with vitality. I emerge with renewed energies and focus.
Stripping back the garden, flinging open all the doors and windows, inviting in fresh newness and clearing out the clutter.
Winter I respect you and the role you play in balancing my energies.
You moderate my energies and keep me from burning out.
Winter maybe I do love you after all.