As I sit wrapped in an afghan clutching my coffee, we are currently sitting at -4* this morning with a wind chill advisory in effect and a winter weather advisory going into effect at 6pm. The advisory is calling for 2-5 inches of snow and the wind chill advisory is calling for temps of -15 to -30.
My adopted hometown of Amberg, WI is sitting at -15 with a wind chill warning until noon today. They may reach temps of -45, which causes me to worry about Grampy and whether he is warm enough and has enough firewood close to the house or not.
I am always in awe of this season. Although the land and trees are barren, there is such beauty in it. There is something so breathtaking about leafless limbs cloaked in snow. I love looking outside to see the ground covered in a blanket of white. I look for animal tracks and try to identify what kind of animal has been out and about during this frigid weather.
It is also the time of year when I get a little crazy. I wonder if this is what it feels like to be a caged animal; never able to stretch my legs outside in the fresh air. There isn’t much to do on this homestead in the winter. We have no livestock (the village won’t allow it), so the only outside chore is shoveling and my husband usually does that. The compost is frozen solid, so it won’t even tumble.
The lack of outside activities mean I’m either in the kitchen baking bread, rolls, or desserts (which pack on our winter weight), or working on crochet and cross-stitch projects. January is not a very busy time for Leave Them in Stitches, the small-business I co-own with my sister-in-law. Most of our customers have already ordered their hats, mittens, or scarves to get them through the season. If we are lucky, we have the occasional order that feeds our yarn addiction. We are going to add more items to our product line in the coming year once I get reacquainted with the sewing machine. Hopefully, business will pick up then.
In the meantime, I will gaze outside at the Earth in all her winter splendor and watch her as she sleeps. I will peruse my new Rare Seeds catalog, plan this year’s garden, plot my trip to the Mother Earth News Fair (it’s finally coming close enough for me to attend), stock our freezer with goodies, crochet and stitch my little heart out, and patiently away the arrival of spring. I’m in no hurry, though. Mother Earth needs her rest, so I will just tiptoe quietly so as not to disturb her because I know she is so very weary.