While I am grateful to live in Wallowa County, and find the snowscaped scenery breathtaking (I feel like I'm living in a postcard), I am bored, BORED, with all the white. White yard, white street, white roofs, white trees, white mountains, white clouds, white fog, white snowflakes falling from the sky...
So waking up to this little geranium the other morning brought a smile to my face. It was given to me last summer by my friend, Leita. These little blossoms reminded me of the light she brings wherever she goes, her laughter, and her beautiful poetry.
Recalling summer memories of friendship are like bright piercings of sunshine through the snow clouds, dispersing the dark thoughts of winter, "How long will this snow remain?" "When will spring arrive?"
These red blooms respond, "Won't be long. You're doing fine. Hang in there."
I admit, I've done more writing the past few months than I have in years. I'm even writing songs, inspired by my hiking trips in the Imnaha canyons. Never knew I could write songs. The songs are like mind-trips, take me back to the places I love, away from this winter outside my window.
Living in winter is like the weaving of a river, in and out, around a bend. I flow with it, taking advantage of being snowbound by my writing. Around another bend, I'm so bored, I open the refrigerator and nothing interests me. (Now, THAT'S different!)
But then I turn around and see this...
Not sure what three napping carcasses are doing lined up like this, but I laugh so hard, the boredom disappears, and I get busy with my indoor projects (mostly paperwork) that needs to be done so I can rev up for Spring.
A 50-something woman comes home to a place she's never been before.