It's that time of year, when I start thinking about how fortunate I was to have grown up in the time and place that I did. Maybe it sounds like a cliche, but I really don't remember a single gift that I got for Christmas when I was a kid. I remember all the good stuff... the late night skating parties on the slough (pond), hayrides, sitting on straw bales by a huge bonfire with a mug of hot chocolate, snow-forts and snowball fights, northern lights and hoarfrost... even things like trudging out to do the chores and checking on my trapline on mornings that were sometimes minus 40 degrees... have somehow become good memories.
Now I must be getting old, because I'm happy to stay warm and dry and content to just remember those things.
I see you know the important things...me too!
ReplyDeleteWhat gorgeous images. I think it is one of the functions of Christmas, to remember, Christmas is always a time rich with memories, even my two children, just in to adulthood remember Christmases past. So you see you are not getting old, you just have more memories to keep you warm.
ReplyDeleteSnow pictures are amaizing.....; this is a magic land!
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