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A Fresh Summer Breeze in the Depths of Winter
This post brought to you by The Wind in the Willows. I don’t typically long for summer during the long, cold months of winter. I do, however, long for summer when I read passages of books that remind me of being at the cabin. The following passage reminds me of sitting in our neighbor’s pontoon boat, watching fireworks on the fourth of July, and enjoying the clear reflection of the stars on the smooth surface of the lake. Late in the summer, the moon rises early, and we can see it’s pale, silvery trail stretched across the water. The moon’s reflection almost reaches our dock. I like to image that…
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A Fresh Gust of Winter Wind in August [Thanks to The Wind in the Willows]
When the temperature reaches 80 degrees in the Midwest and the humidity levels spike into the 60-70% range, I start to daydream about drifts of freshly-fallen snow sparkling like diamonds in the pale winter sun. The bitingly cold wind tosses the snow into shimmering sheets and icicles grace the roofs of neighborhood homes with chimneys puffing little clouds of smoke, the delightful glow of a crackling fire not far below. The kids and I trudge through the snow clad in our winter hats, coats, mittens, snow pants, and boots, hoping to find the perfect hill on which to sled. Oh winter, you can’t come soon enough! Right now, Samuel and…