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Okay, so we don’t have much of a winter in Florida. Today the temperatures will rise into the 80s. The palm trees float in the breeze; many trees still have their leaves; the grass is a bright emerald green. Many people come to Florida because they are escaping the dreary, cold and snowy environs they live in the rest of the year.
But except for having to drive in snowy weather (like the blizzard I wrote about in another post), I search desperately for signs that the seasons are changing and that winter has arrived. Earlier in the fall of 2019, there was that first morning when the crisp morning air told me that change had arrived. Yes, it was subtle, but I insisted in honoring its message. Some of the trees here actually do change color and shed their leaves in an effort to rest and draw back for a few months. I find myself wanting to draw in just a bit myself, and to respect the passage of time.
Winter is also a time for memories when I recall being in the snow: sledding down mountains, skiing on my first bunny slope, tackling the ski lifts and landing in one piece at the end. It reminds me of shoveling snow, slipping on an icy path, holding our little dog in a towel to melt the ice balls clinging to her coat.
Those times are long past.
Still, I know there will be mornings when it’s cold enough here to wear my knitted hat, mittens and bulky parka. I may be the only person on my walk who braves 40-degree weather, and people wave and drive by in their cars, wondering if I am brave or foolish. I will have a chance to wear my warm socks, pullover sweaters, and favorite black wool shawl, even when I’m indoors. It all reminds me that the time for pulling back and restoration has arrived.
We may have subtle winters in Florida, but I look forward to them, and the memories of winter, every year.
Welcome to winter in Florida.