Having learned to make friends with winter I'd say we've reached a peaceful truce. I agree not to complain and she, well she agrees to turn cold and windy and give us at least one good proper snowstorm.
I can live with that. After all, what choice do I have except to embrace the beauty in slowing down and the joy in bundling up.
The wood is stacked. We're ready.
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