Today I love the fence that time has weathered to a silver grey and winter has painted in shades of white overnight last night. I love that in winter-time that was obviously a long time ago since the paint is flaking off already and the silver grey is showing through. I love the soft gathering of snow on frond and bush and branch, love the way it highlights dark old trees and fences, love the way it swirls around my feet like milkweed down when I’m out walking in these cold days. I love winter’s mainly monochromatic theme, depth and distance all revealed through shades of grey, stark white and murky black the extremes, and all to highlight the bits of color brought about by sunlight in the morning or the evening when the fires to the west and east that are the sunsets and sunrises pledge once again the promise of the coming of spring. I love the way the snow covers familiar things and fills them out and makes them seem like caricatures of themselves, dream representations of the patio table and the barbecue, the deck rails and the ornamental grasses and the fairy cottage sheds in rows along the back fences of the neighborhood.
Today I love that we got to listen to some great music yesterday when the Georgian Bay Folk Society hosted a show that allowed some musicians to play for the artistic director of the Summerfolk Music and Craft Show that we are a part of every year. I love seeing good friends and hearing good music. I love being able to volunteer at things that bring me joy. I love watching my friends perform, whether they are old friends I’ve shared music and memories with or new friends I’m just meeting for the first time or fresh friends that are somewhere in between those two extremes. I love music in the winter in a warm and friendly place.
Today I love plans to clean up and cook. I love looking for recipes for something I’ve been wanting to make because that is the final stage in the often long and drawn out procedures involved in remembering something good and finally making it for us. I love that there is banana bread in the fridge, that there may soon be lemon poppy seed loaf in there as well, and possibly a loaf or two of good, soft, white bread.
Today I love drinking coffee in the breakfast nook with steaming bowls of oatmeal being devoured and winter’s beautiful fence painting to look at and admire.