Winter to Spring, these reminders

The weather has been teasing us with a few warm sunny days, but the grayness returns. And, I am grateful for this reverberation, as I am not ready for spring.

I relish the company of winter in all of its splendor. I love chilly days that cause me to dress in my favorite sweaters, and have me wearing the vintage coats that I discovered while browsing flea markets and antique stores.

I could stare endlessly at snowflakes drifting from the heavens turning the landscape into a clean white canvas ready for painting. Winter hours make for a good excuse to stay inside, all cozy.

I especially love the wintry view from my front windows that gaze out upon crowning branches of the large trees peeking over the rooftops of neighbor's houses. Bare limbs, that bend and sway with the winds, stretching and reaching for the heavens, hold the stories of seasons past.

My eyes are always drawn to a number of now abandon bird's nests so carefully tucked amidst a maze of twigs. These are the sweet recollections of life and its beginnings, a once safe haven for young fledglings, the home where they grew strong so as to spread their wings, and fly...
I am inspired by this season and its offerings. These moments, maybe small and insignificant to some, urge me on to create and explore. Each finding sparks ideas and dreams along this path of artful living, affording me fodder for doing what I love.

Soon, the first days of spring will actually arrive and these glimpses will be gone, lost or hidden for another year behind the new sprouts of green.