Alaska Home and Garden

The trees have lost their green, the once vibrant leaves all but fallen to the ground.  Mountains that were not so long ago cleared of snow have once again been carpeted in layers of white.

Driving in to town yesterday I was wishing I had my camera.  It was just before the sun set and the mountains looked beautiful for all of the dread that seeing them covered in snow brought.

I am not a winter person.  To me it is a cold miserable time that means nothing more than being cold when you go outside and having to shovel snow out of the walkways.  I like the summer, when the flowers are in bloom and the fireweed has not even thought about
letting loose its downy seeds.  I like to sit on the porch and work on my writing, staring out over the garden and not seeing or hearing anyone else.  I love the pond and the waterfall.

And yet, I face winter and am left to try and  find enjoyment in something I have learned to dislike.  It leaves me with an odd mix of feelings about the approach of winter.  A wondering on if I can enjoy the beauty of it this year or if I will just fall back into disliking it and wishing it would be over and summer woud return.

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