Today, gusty winds whip through the spruce woods surrounding our cabin. The upper boughs bend to and fro and even the lower branches sometimes shudder.
I don’t mind the cold. I like it, actually. But I don’t enjoy blustery, winter winds. And while they aren’t very common here on the Flats, today they have intruded upon our world with their intemperate bites and blows. Still, I am grateful for days like these.
Because blustery, winter winds make woolen blanket cozier and hot cocoa creamier.