Great Northern beans
carrots
celery
potatoes
red onion
garlic
ham shanks
comfort
Please bear with me while I love winter a little longer. (I really wasn't trying to escape it with my walking out of winter poem, but how could you know that? I just wanted to be like a bird in it: warm, light, industrious and with a broad vantage point.)
We who love winter love it not only for the beauty of snow blanketed landscapes, snowflakes falling softly on our faces, ice crystals in the air sparkling like a million diamond suns, blizzards, north winds, sledding, sliding, tobogganing, skating, downhill skiing, cross country skiing, snowshoeing, the squeaky crunch of boots plodding in snow, red cardinals scattering snow on a spruce bough, frosted skeletal flower stalks, snowmen, icicles, drifts, shadows, snow angels, snow forts, snowball fights, quirky hats, rosy cheeks, blue nights, moon haloes, and bare black tree limbs against pink sunrises.
We also love winter for Christmas, pink grapefruit, oblique daylight, Vivaldi, candles, the scraping sound of snow plows heard from bed after school was cancelled due to inclement weather, building sizzling fires in the woodstove or fireplace, reading by lamplight under a handknitted afghan, gingerly sipping hot cocoa, and . . .
. . . eating hot soup
after smelling it
simmering
in the crock pot all day.
If you love food and cooking, here is that Website again that I shared before: Laylita's recipes. Wonderful!
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