I have to admit I enjoy winter. The shorter days, hug fluffy snow flakes, cross country skiing under the moon, cooking hearty meals, long underwear, wool socks, mittens, endless pots of soup. Sure, there are parts that get old rather quickly. There is no denying it; I am a girl who needs four seasons.
Upon walking in the woods I am often overcome by the feeling of promise and possibility. I find the natural word a tremendous source of comfort, support, connection, and inspiration.
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