As an adult I live amongst my friends the trees by choice not by chance. As far as I can recall trees have always been my friends. While growing up on a small dairy farm in Northwestern Wisconsin I learned at an early age to appreciate the wide variety of trees in my life. The trees and me became closer friends with each passing year of my life. I cherish their constant stoic presence and take solace in their peaceful monumental status.
The talk around here, in our rural neighborhood, is about winter. It hasn’t let up. If its not snowing its cold. We have a weather pattern referred to as Alberta clippers. The wind blows hard from the east and then south, it warms up a bit, snows and the wind turns to the west and northwest and it gets down right cold. Then again the wind blows from the east to the south and more snow drifting and then cold.
For some, especially the less prepared, the first snowflakes tend to revive fears of slippery roads, cold howling winds, discomfort, and worry. For others the soft fluffy-white coat of winter offers the anticipation of exciting cold weather sports followed by cozy quiet time within the sphere of a warm radiant wood stove. Winter comfort is a celebration of being prepared while living in the moment. This is especially true in the rural setting.