But it's melting. Even now, it's melting. Temps below zero last week are in the fifties this week. We'll dip again, I'm certain, but the trend is warmer, as it must be, because the lamb, fluffy-tail switching, is on her way.
It's no secret that I love the winter. The sleeping dark. The way snow muffles sound, even as it enhances. Skies grey and moody one day, bright-blue and crisp the next. The stark beauty of a winter landscape inspires me in a way no other does. I'm always a little sad when the season turns to spring and warmer weather. It makes me a little odd, but so does wearing shorts all winter, and the penchant for wearing a tiara as I write.
But I am not without comfort...
May brings Virginia Beach Week with my dollbabies, a group of writing women who gather in a beach house for one week every year. Whenever I'm sorry to see the winter go, I think of VAB and all is well. The beach, the women, the writing, the cake and wine and hours of chatting about everything from our families to books to things-that-shall-not-be-mentioned to, of course, writing. It's not just being by the sea, but being by the sea with this group that inspires in a way even a winter landscape cannot touch. It's my solace as the days lengthen, warm, and winter slides away.
I'm not a complete freak. I do love the spring and the smell of soil coming alive again. Flowers, birds, spring peepers in the marsh across the road. Summer is on Spring's heels, and with it, more outdoor time to enjoy, sunshine, swimming with the grandbabies, growing tomatoes. But it's the advent of autumn, my favorite time of all, that pulls me along. That anticipation starts in August, when New England nights are crisp and the cricketsong, glorious. September...October...November...December. Then comes my world's deep and cathartic sleep, that coasting glide after the holiday's rollercoaster hill.
Year after year, these transitions inspire me, and move me along. How about you? What season inspires you most, and why do you think that is?
7 comments:
Hi Terri! Great post. I've never really thought about what season inspires me the most. Winter is a great time for holing up and writing, because who wants to go out in that cold? But I think my favorite season, in KCMO anyway, is the fall. In Costa Rica, it is, of course, the dry season. (Nothing gets me down like a week straight of rain!)
Eeeeh! Dollbabies!!! I can't wait to see you and everyone else. Keep the good stories coming. :)
One thing about spring, summer and fall that are less inspiring to me is the fact that I feel bad being inside when the weather is so glorious. Ah, the trials and tribulations I face as a writer!
As you know, the fall is my favorite season for everything, inspiration included. I love the snow in the winter and it's gorgeous blanket of white, but the vibrant colors of the fall, the warm days and cool nights, the first autumn fire and the fact the Halloween is smack in the middle of all that - makes it just perfect :)
Deb, my favorite season is autumn, but my best writing season is winter. I have to say, though, I have a hard time choosing a favorite season these days. They all have some degree of fabulousness.
Terri, great post! I'd say, autumn inspires me most. Something about the growing shadows in the woods and the smells of autumn withthe leave piling up maakes food for the imagination. Makes me think of Medieval villages and also, the Rennaissance Festival in KC. Fall was always a time of romance for me as a young man. (Not spring.) And yeah, what Karin said. But then, spring is here in KC and so it's the season I like now.
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