For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go?
~John Banister Tabb~
Now I find myself in a place where snow is non-existent. Southern Florida isn't exactly prone to snowstorms, ergo toboggans and wooly socks are of little use here. The hot chocolate isn't really de rigeur either, except on the odd visit to Godiva when I feel the need for a bit of decadent indulgence. (Is anyone else in love with their dark chocolate drink? Wow.)
The strange thing? I miss winter. It is so easy to look back through memory and fantasize about cold winter mornings waking up to a foot of snow blanketing the landscape in a sparkling, tinkling calm. Days when huge fluffy flakes would fall gently past the big window in the living room of my old house and my kitties would sit in the window for hours, fascinated by the moving white landscape.
Of course, in all of these amplified memories I omit the fact that in order to be able to leave the house I had to put on three layers of clothing, a huge down-filled coat, double-knitted mittens, a wool hat, heavy boots, wool socks (over my other socks) and a scarf wrapped around my neck enough times to break the cutting wind. The walkway had to be shovelled in order to get to the garage (luckily my 'winter guy' would have already gotten up at 4am to plough out the main driveway), and then there was the difficult manoeuvering out of the end of the driveway over the mess that the plough had made when it went by and cleared the road in front of the house. The car had to be started and allowed to run for 15 minutes to warm up the engine because running it cold would destroy it. At least half an hour extra (sometimes more) had to be allowed in the morning to be able to get to work on time, over roads that were slick with black ice and snow. The power bills in the winter would be at least $300 more than they were during the other months, and I had to invest in a heated mattress pad and turn it on to maximum power every night before going to bed--old houses are beautiful but not particularly energy-efficient.
But, having said all that, I still miss winter. All the negative things recede to the back of my memory and I find myself longing for a few days of glorious winter. And that being the case, I find myself fixating on snowflakes and incorporating them into a variety of projects.
They can be done with any color combination, and are very beautiful when there is a color variation to create a unique design within the snowflake. In the past I have done a few with hearts worked into the center, and I think I may try to do a few again this year with Valentine's Day coming right up!
If anyone is interested in trying the beading pattern, this one is somewhat similar to mine, and there are great step-by-step instructions with diagrams to help you figure out the technique and bead placement. It may take a few attempts to become familiar with the technique, but once you get the tension right, you will get the hang of it pretty quickly!
In Canada my family has experienced two snowstorms in the last ten days. My Dad was out snowblowing the driveway this morning and Mum was telling me how cold it's been for the past several weeks as she has been trying to recuperate from a persistent winter virus.
The lesson? Be thankful for the memories of winters past... and enjoy my current lush, green, vibrant January.
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