Sitting in front of the woodstove thinking about this blog and how I've sort of let it turn in to just where I show my bjp stuff. Thinking about life in a small northern town staring at the flames licking around the wood I realized it gets sort of mundane mid winter. There is a lot going on but it's hard to share my daily 'geez it's beautiful here' with out repeating myself over and over.
The big thought I had was this: (for me at least) Summer weather makes a person while winter weather breaks them. Sort of drastic but here's the rest of it...I can handle a crappy summer as long as the winter isn't totally dark and rainy. A rainy summer is tough, but dark and rainy in the winter is wrist slitting bad. Weather in a small northern town is what we have in common, it's our conversation at the store, it's our answer to "hey, how's it going", it dictates our clothing, the car we drive and the distance we walk each day. We may or may not know what's going on in Washington D.C., but we certainly know which way the wind is blowing...from the southeast brings warm rain from the north (that's Canada!) brings cold sunshine. If there is a high pressure zone over the Yukon, we know it.
Paddling back over to the "big thought" lots of people leave town for the winter, but this winter makes me want to stay here. It doesn't rain as much as Juneau, but there's enough water to go around.
2 comments:
You made me think about why it is we live where we live. I myself always wonder why I live in Ohio. I hate the humid hot Summers, and I definitely detest the icy Winters. But somehow with all the horrible weather, it is where I call home. I've visited so many places but this is where my heart always returns to. Can it be the smell of the Rivers, the leaves turning bright orange/red/yellow in the Fall, or could it just be the centuries that my Father & Mother's families have lived & endured in the Ohio River Valley. I sometimes think about leaving & living out West, but then where would I got on vacation to get away from that home...Ohio. So why leave?
I had to smile with your writing about the conversations at the store...we too talk so much about the ice and how it makes us feel. We are part of the Earth, and the Earth within us speaks to each other.
I tried to leave where I have family history...but I'm back and I'm happy to be here.
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