Wintertime is beautiful and magical and all of that. I hide from it though. I am not an out in the cold kind of person. And try as I might, I end up shuttered up in the winters to stay warm and do inside things. But I don’t love the inside things as much as the outside things where I feel alive, apart from the cold. I have got some hobbies to work on in the house. I need to get at them. I thought I would be doing a bit of leather working over Christmas break, but I have been too much enjoying the company of my family, and being with them, rather than drifting off to my den to cut and sew at the leather pieces I have in there. I’d rather be relaxing and chatting with my crazy nine-year-old than making something out of leather. I think it is a better legacy.
Winters stink because of the cold, the slog through the snow to do my chores, the constant battling back the cold on the house, the darkness, and the long drag from Christmas till spring springs. My workshop is being used as storage and cannot be heated because the stove is crowded in under stuff that could combust. It’s basically unreachable. I cannot heat it and work out there. My space in the house is my little den at the top of the stairs. That could do with a cleaning now, too. At least that stuff is mine!
Time with the kids. It is better time spent. It is certainly warmer!