But the fire is so delightful...
So goes the popular song by Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne written in 1945.
When January comes around I look forward to the cold days of winter. During summer the days are so hot and you would give anything for a little cooling down...
...then before you know it, Christmas is upon us and makes it almost impossible to think of anything but the hustle and bustle of the season.
When all the excitement and activities come to an end, then is the time to think of nesting and being warm around the fire.
This is when I start fantasizing about the first snowfall.
I picture how it will look when the soft powder settles on the top of our fence. It reminds me so much of a beautiful, intricate piece of lace.
I love seeing the trees in the distance, through the sitting room window, with a cap of newly fallen snow.
I especially love to see an old dog who finds it hard to get around sometimes turn into a young pup again when there is a pile of white on the ground.
So, like the Native Americans before us, who have perfected the art of the rain dance, I do a little dance of my own, with the help of a few cold weather friends, in hopes that it will bring the snow of the season.
"January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow."
As I sit preparing this post it is a very cool 60 degrees outside and the sun is shining in a blue sky with no hint of snow on the horizon...
...a little to the left of the clouds there is just a slight covering of mist in the distance.
As part of my snow dance, I will leave you with a scene from a couple of years ago...
I figure I can use all the help I can get, and until the real thing comes along, our little family will be nestled in the warmth of the Cottage waiting for the first time, this January, when our world will once again be covered in pristine beauty.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow....
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