It's only the beginning...

The trees outside my window are trimmed in winter white. Much too early for my liking! For one particular reason (my commute to work which doubled when we moved back in March) I've been dreading this winter with greater intensity. And then Lady Winter decided to display her imminent approach with a half a day of snow flurries on the 5th of November! Oh dear.

Twice I've encountered this poem in books I've been perusing this week, and while it is indeed true and beautiful, I'm still not excited about 5 months of winter...

If we had no winter,
the spring would not
be so pleasant: if we
did not sometimes
taste of adversity,
prosperity would not
be so welcome.
~Anne Bradstreet

If you're not familiar with Anne Bradstreet (though likely many of you are), she was, I believe, the first female poet, maybe even writer, of the New World. In my freshman year of college I wrote an American literature paper comparing and contrasting Anne Bradstreet and Phillis Wheatley (African American poet of the 1800s, I believe). For that reason, I've got a bit of a soft spot in my heart for Anne.

Well, enough about winter! I'm off to spend some time in my cozy kitchen baking some pumpkins, trying out a couple new recipes, and generally keeping myself entertained on this wintry-like Saturday.