We’ve had another Polar Vortex here in the Bayou State. Schools and businesses are closed, I suppose in reaction to the Atlanta fiasco.
No matter. This girl does not have cabin fever. I got up early to give the bird bread to the precious few winged ones who are still hanging around the house. It’s so quiet when it’s cold. So still. A hush descends on this frazzled world and tells its misguided people, “Slow down, you fools.”
I’ve no complaints about winter. (Don’t say it’s because I’m from the South. Don’t say it!) I was born in winter. I have a winter soul and in the heat of summer, my soul burrows down deep and waits the return of the Old Man.
He’s here, my friends.
A second of my life has whizzed through oblivion and landed on winter. One second, then it’s gone forever. With only a limited number of seconds on earth, I cherish (or at least try to) each one, but most especially the frozen ones. Frozen in time in the folds of my memory. Not to be squandered on wishing for spring.
Stacy Rambles 
Stacy, you are very wise to take nature’s big hints that we need to be still and rest! How interesting what Kathy says about the Eastern / Northern, etc. soul. Personally, my heart has always longed to go West. No matter where I am!
I have to agree with you – I love the West, too. I have my Southern quirks, but I am not a water person – I’m more of a mountain person, though there are none here! ❤
You’re right about the beauty of the quietness in winter. Still, I’m bad for grumbling about the cold and yearning for spring. But by the time the Dog Days are here I’ll be looking forward to the slow pace of winter.
Good reminder…
Seems as though they are on their way already, Bill – seventy degrees today. Wow. ❤
I so like that you have a winter soul. I can feel it. Don’t freeze down there in the south… P.S. Have you ever read about some indigenous folk who liken our predilections or tendencies toward one direction or another? i.e., the Eastern soul, the Southern Soul, the Western Soul, the Northern Soul. It has no bearing on where on lives; rather their tendencies. Perhaps you’re a northern being?
That makes sense to me, Kathy – a Northern Soul. I took one of those dumb buzzfeed quizzes recently and it told me that of the 50 states, I belong in Alaska. Hey – maybe there really is something to those quizzes after all. ❤
A beautiful ode to winter!
Fortunately, we’re having more than enough of it to spend time both enjoying winter and wishing for spring!
Thanks, Guap….and today, it’s 70 degrees here. What?! ❤
Beautiful and poetic post, Stacy! Love the icicles! When I was a child in New England we would break them off and use them as nature’s popsicles. Sometimes we would have sword fights with the bigger ones. (The first one to break was the loser) I do love the quiet peace of winter. It forces us to slow down and enjoy the fragile scenery. Your photos are wonderful. xo Karen
That sounds like fun, Karen – I just might go have a sword fight with Norm! It has begun to melt, but still is quite frosty today. I’m glad it was here if only for a short while. ❤