I’m an incurable symbolic thinker. To me, nothing is only what it is; it is also something else, and everything means something. Back in the day, I would’ve palled around with Ralph Waldo Emerson and the transcendentalists. Come to think of it, when asked “Who would you most like to party with, alive or dead?” I’d answer Ralph Waldo Emerson. I’ve read everything he’s written, I think, from essays, to poetry, to letters, and related literary criticism. When I plunked myself down in northern Nicaragua for a year without a plan (though plans materialized; life happened, even without a plan), I took not much besides my ArtScroll Siddur (Jewish prayer book) and The Complete Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson.
So, when I titled this post “Embrace the Weather,” I meant it both literally and figuratively. Today I fitted my infant carrier over my winter coat, and took the baby out for an arctic trek in the woods. Only my friend Stacy knows I was still in pajamas at noon. (And now you.) After talking with her—she’s a new mom, bursting with energy, antithetical yet complementary to my slackermom mode—I felt like closing the clamshell of my laptop and tromping through the woods.
The fresh air was invigorating. We returned to the place where we took our fall photos. The contrast was astonishing and the snow blanket so bright, I had to wear shades. I thought I would go on a quick loop with the baby and drive home, this being her first winter trek. But I texted a friend that we were in the woods and she met us after our first loop and wanted to take another loop around. (See MAP.) So, we must’ve been outside in 26˚F weather for about 45 minutes—and the baby loved every minute of it!
Okay, so, going back to what I started out saying: I HATE WINTER. I hate snow. I hate cold… Or do I? I’ve been loving this winter, our first winter in the suburbs, after living in the city for 15 years. It’s white and clean and fluffy and deep and fun! It brings back memories of my childhood and I can’t say I mind reliving them. I am actually looking forward to tugging our tot on a sled, and eventually watching her play and frolic in our back yard (with the deer).
Some pictures now:
Today, at 7AM, I noticed three deer in our back yard.
This afternoon, I fitted the Baby Bjorn over my winter coat and went on an arctic trek with our 10-month-old baby.
I think she enjoyed our arctic trek as much as I did.
Wait! This just in: I got an email from the author of Hearts Everywhere saying I inspired her to take her daughter, who hadn’t been outside in a week, into the snow. Wonderful! Go outside! It’s where it’s at.