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June 2009 
What does winter mean for you?
Posted on Dec 21st, 2008
by 
tinkonthebrink
tinkonthebrink
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for December 21, 2008:
Cozying up inside, closing the windows, playing music louder because the windows are closed and our neighbors' windows are closed too, sleeping under the down comforter which currently needs to be laundered so at the moment it's a cotton quilt with a wool blanket on top and I like that too, the weight of the wool but I love the fluffy warmth of down, warming up the cold sheets with our body heat when we get into bed, big pots of soup, turning the oven on to bake potatoes and carrots and squash and all kinds of things, wearing lots of clothes on the cold days because our house is always a bit on the chilly side - but lately, it's been almost summer weather here, which is odd. Today it's supposed to be turning cold. It used to mean snow but we rarely get snow here now.
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Yes and hot tea with some kind of sweet yummy or scone, a really good book and a kittie on a blankie on your lap!
I like a down comforter with something weightier over it, when I have to sleep alone. but when adam is there– it’s just the down comforter. he’s a space heater made of flesh.
It’s a vizsla trait to tunnel under the covers apparently, so I never ever sleep alone. And in the summer they are unbearably warm but in the winter they’re perfect and we don’t heat the bedroom unless it’s way below freezing at night. It’s like a living, snoring, fur-covered version of those heated bricks people used to stash in their beds.
And yes, there are always kitties and always books but I’m not big on scones so I’ll substitute the big bowls of hot soup.
Did I say it was warm here? This morning it’s bitterly cold and only getting up to 30F today! But alas, although it rained all last week, no precipitation expected. My sled is so lonesome.
a fire in the fireplace or Buck stove is big on my list. and scarves and hats and gloves.
There’s nothing like a sled that swooshes down a hill….may it be small or big…don’t care…..’cause I’m in the moment of heading onto a glide….here comes….. the moment of just placing that sled ever so properly. Here I sit… looking straight ahead. I’m in the moment now ….and away I go…..swoosh!! Well that was 8 seconds well spent….haha