I know that we are about to embark on a New Year, and there is talk of resolutions and new beginnings everywhere, but winter never feels like the start of anything to me.
It’s not the end, either, but the long dark nights and the biting cold make me want to hibernate. But not alone. I need to glom the heat off my husband; otherwise I might freeze. I wonder if Mrs. Berlin warmed her feet by scooting them near her husband, too?
You know it’s true love when he doesn’t mind your popsicle feet.
I really love your little drawings!
I always think of September as the start of the new year. I guess that is a hold over from going to school. Fall isn’t really the beginning of anything either, but it feels like it is.
I don’t think we ever outgrow that school mindset. I always think I will get things done in fall, and that life will slow down in summer.