Posted: January 8, 2013
Written by: Rhon Bell
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The wilds of winter are quickly taking grasp of our little “Vacation-land” here in Maine. Vicious trios of bitter winds, cloudy grey skies, and spitting snow showers have arrived. Vitamin-D deficiency begins now. Admittedly, my mind isn’t centered on the negativity of scraping frost-covered windshields and shoveling feet of fluffy snow from behind the car. I look forward to the comfort of layering wool sweaters and checkered flannel shirts. There is something soothing about cozying up in winter layers and slippers that you just don’t find in a summer t-shirt. It’s a haven.
From the contentment of my easy chair, I gaze out the window this morning and watch the blowing snow in the front yard. The grasses of a July ever-so-distant have now faded and a layer of white stuff builds. Tall pines, along the field line, shift ever so slightly in the wind. The swift swaying of branches and treetops is endless. The falling snowflakes seem to fall into a choreographed dance.
This vision inhibits a true sense of cold, realized only, when in boots, I step outside to explore. Winter means laziness to some degree. Our two dogs enjoy lying on the over-sized bay in front of the large picture window in the living room and gazing outward. They stare, entranced on the motion winter brings with it. December brings beauty and snow adds character. I think the reason winter seems so attractive is because fall has a way of stealing the colors of summer that we so enjoy. Leaves of summer and early autumn have fallen to
the ground leaving desolate brown branches. The landscape is encompassed in earth-tones. Our eyes, which have grown at this point in the year so used to the featureless setting, are fully awakened by the first snowfall. Winter saves us. Here are a few photos from the past week around the Freeport, Maine area.