"Adventures, I used to call them. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull...But that's not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have just landed in them, usually...I expect they had a lot of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn't. And if they had, we shouldn't know, because they'd have been forgotten."

-Samwise Gamgee, The Lord of the Rings

Tuesday, January 19, 2010


I love Winter. We don't snowmobile, ice fish, and I haven't been skiing in years. No, my reasons for loving Winter are very selfish. In Winter, there is no yard work to be done. Nothing pressing to do, nowhere important to be. As the snow falls outside, making the World fresh, new, and white, we are inside. The house is cozy and warm. My husband has more time to hang out, the boys are content to snuggle and play games. We are together, enjoying each other in the warmth of our home. The outside World is peaceful in its white crispness, and we are at peace together.

1 comment:

Little Loves' Mama said...

Aww, so very sweet! Hugs all around!