There's something about starting a New Year. Yes, I know 2013 is almost a week old, but after riding along on the euphoria and excitement of Christmas, New Year and my birthday--well, what else is there? All of a sudden, it's a "down-time." Of course it doesn't help when the weather is that cold, icy wind and frozen rain. Also, the season is that gray Winter, which has roughly a 3-month run. And, when you brave the climate to venture outside, it takes at least three thick sweaters, warm woolen pants, thick warm socks over the tights and another jacket before donning the waterproof Gore-tex outerwear. Did I mention the warm fleece hat, woolen gloves and the snuggly boots? And here I thought I lived in Canada's "banana belt!"
At this point, Winter is not my favourite season. I like to fantasize that I'm a wealthy heiress who travels to warm climates in the Winters. You know, the person who gets to "follow the Sun." I love that phrase, to follow the Sun. When the blue skies pop out here--unless you find which part of the walking route is warmed by those elusive sun-rays--you have to be satisfied with whatever warmth hits the back of your exposed neck or if you're lucky, gets you in the face.
Hubby and I, bundled to the ear-balls, do our brisk couple of miles. We chat about this and that, wave at a few of our neighbours, note the changes in the neighbourhood since the old year ended and the new one began. The tiny coffee bar is closed but the new owners have taken over the site as a "Take-out Sushi Bar." The tree lot is gone of course, but the scent of cedar lingers behind. The "Book Fair" in the mall before Christmas is also gone for now. stopping at the Post Office is a quick in-and-out with no long lineups.
Feeling much better after the brisk exercise and fresh air, we walk back home. I head for my mixing bowl to make some fresh bread to go with the pot of beef and vegetable stew. There's something really comforting about having an understanding spouse, who can laugh and talk you out of a "mood;" who understands why and still loves you regardless. And, there's something really comforting about sharing freshly baked bread and hot stew on a cold Winter's night. . . .