Every now and then for one reason or another I go back into my family photos. What starts as a quick look for something specific usually ends up as a long visit, recalling some special times.
I've been going through photos, trying to find the right ones to illustrate the book I'm writing about our family history. A photo -- even one taken before my time -- can lead to many thoughts.
One such thought is that I didn't always hate winter.
In fact, I appear to rather have enjoyed it.
So did the dog!
And while we may complain about heavy winters and more snow, we really did have just as much as we did in the way-back machine.
Sometimes they even had more. And our ancestors were tougher, too. No snow blowers or tractors to help plow. And they shoveled in skirts and bare legs.
I remember when dad got his riding lawn mower with a plow blade. It was a very big deal for him!
Although some remain purists.
Purists who find photos like this a necessary evil of knowing me.
I will not deny that winter is beautiful, whether it is here at the Ditch...
...or farther afield, like the stark, desolate beauty of the Shaker Village in Hancock, Massachusetts...
...or by a water mill in Sudbury, Massachusetts...
...or on the path in western Michigan where Rick was a leader in founding the Kal-Haven Trail.
It's a spot he loves and one I hope to find again. Not in winter.
Winter, of course, comes with its warnings.
And one would be wise to take heed.
I think I stopped loving winter once I started falling down more -- and it was a longer way to the ground. It seems we fall much harder now -- and don't recover nearly so well. This is our Little Big Guy before he was even one and he seems to be loving it! (He's going to be two very soon and I suspect he'll love the snow even more, in his puffy snowsuit and able to run and play!)
To be honest, the fact that roads in our area aren't the best plowed doesn't endear me to the season, either. (Although at least the snow fills the potholes, at least temporarily!)
I'm longing for a good walk around the Ditch, and while it would be pretty like this...
...I think I'll wait a bit until it looks a little more like this!
And that should only be a few more months!
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