We cannot stop the winter or the summer from coming. We cannot stop the spring or the fall or make them other than they are. They are gifts that we cannot refuse. But we can choose what we will contribute to life when each arrives.
A friend once said, “For someone who doesn’t care for winter you sure have a lot of art with snowscapes. Now, why is that?” I offered a reminiscent smile but had no answer. Years later, her words echoed through my house as I rearranged some furniture along with the artwork. She’s right, not all pictures, but most depict winter scenes. Perhaps it’s the feeling that emanates from these pieces that provide a sense of calm.
Winter seems to usher in stillness, permitting time for reflection. It’s when we partake of hot beverages, the warmth of a fireplace, and the soothing image of snowflakes gracefully falling and blanketing everything it touches. It’s a time for comfort foods and comfortable materials. We don ourselves with soft-woven fabrics, which provide warmth during those nippy days and chilly nights.
THE SIMPLE PLEASURES OF LIFE
The aroma of spice permeates our homes. Cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger fill the air. After a winter walk, what could be more pleasing than lighting festive spiced candles and enjoying a spicy cup of tea or hot cocoa infused with a peppermint stick? There’s something about winter. As for me, it’s that inexplicable feeling I only seem to tap into at this time of year. As for the art, each print portrays a tranquil winter.
Some paintings depict another era, reminding me of the time spent with family and friends at the grand heritage homestead. The modest kitchen furnished with only the bare necessities. A buffet hutch housed all the dishes, pots, pans, silverware, and linens. Water drawn from the well warmed on the vintage antique wood stove. The kerosene lamps lit up the rooms casting loving shadows on every wall. Windowpanes captured the snowflakes as the fire roared and crackled in the wood-burning fireplace.
CELEBRATE EVERY SEASON, ESPECIALLY WINTER
We enjoyed long walks on a country road lined with a frosted canopy of trees. The only sounds came from the wind as it howled through the branches, and the crunchiness of the crisp snow beneath our steps. As we sauntered down the path, there were times we were quiet, and other times we shared stories that amused our ears and brought laughter to our hearts. The spruce trees boughs gently swayed with the arctic breeze, until a gust cleared the snow-laden branches, and proceeded to nip at our cheeks. I miss the homestead, and the time spent with all those who are no longer with us.
Although the place is but a fond distant memory, it serves a purpose, a remembrance of what was, perhaps a lesson. We are reminded of what we had. It’s reminiscent of another era that is now only depicted in an artist’s rendition of a winter scene. Each print illustrates the finer moments of a life lived. Now, the art adorns the walls while the memories warm our hearts. Every so often, I stand before these paintings, admire the marvelous artwork, and I’m always reminded of those special times. Why not appreciate the artistry of winter? For in this season we find a subtle beauty. How you choose to cast your sight will be what manifests not only in your heart, but in your life, and in your world.
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter.
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