By Helen Hunt Jackson

O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, 
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn 
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn 
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire 

The streams than under ice. June could not hire 
Her roses to forego the strength they learn 
In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn 
The bridges thou dost lay where men desire 
In vain to build. 

O Heart, when Love’s sun goes 
To northward, and the sounds of singing cease, 
Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace. 
Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.

Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows, 
The winter is the winter’s own release.

Metamorphosis

Winter is officially here, with the frigid temperatures, snowy weather and grey skies. Not much fun to be outdoors right now; inside seems much more appealing. I think the best part of winter is making the inside pleasant, warm and cozy. I like to be welcomed home each afternoon by simple textures, muted colors and lots of elements to make me smile. It’s not my favorite season but cozy makes it so much more bearable. Grab a hot chocolate and enjoy my winter touches.

Metamorphosis

Of 2024 Christmas pictures are dropping, it already feels like a very long time ago. I miss them but getting the house simple and cozy for winter is the next project. I hope they bring you joy!

Metamorphosis

It’s going to snow, supposedly a lot, tonight. School and work are closed, the snow shovel is out of the garage, snow pants and gloves are at the ready and the hot chocolate waits some heat. It will give us some time to take down the Christmas decorations…that makes me a little sad but I’m ready for some quiet areas inside to rest my eyes. I will miss the joy Christmas items can bring, I hope the photos bring joy as well.