As a culture, I think we spend too much time complaining about the weather. "It's so cold!" we quip. And then, before we know it, summer comes around again and we're at odds with the heat and humidity. Let's make an effort to enjoy what's here, whatever it is. Let's enjoy the mysterious changeability of the weather and the sky.
Each day is a surprise and a blessing, whether it's clear and crisp or soaking rain, perfectly spring, or snow-bound winter. I appreciate it all and I'm grateful for the changing seasons.
I enjoy the blessings of winter. I have gratitude for the fresh, crisp air, and bundling jackets. I welcome the magical snow!