It is a dark winter night, from my living room I can spot the street lights set against the jet black sky, my husband has lit the wood burning stove and I can hear the sound as the fire is working its way through the wood. In front of me I am looking at this nearly empty computer screen trying to think of the perfect words to add to this blog whilst zipping my freshly brewed cup of tea. In fact, I love my cups of tea, when I sit down with my cup of tea I feel my world pause for a moment and my shoulders relax.
Regardless of how dark the winter nights are, there are something magical about winter, the jet black sky, the twinkling stars lighting up the sky and the comfort of sitting cozied up feeling the heat from the fire. Then there is the white stuff, the perfect white snowflakes that fall from the sky and covers the ground like a blanket. There is something so pure about the white covered landscape, it is so clean and crisp. Even though it is cold outside, we wrap up warm and go outside and we play in the snow for hours at a time. When it is time to come inside we feel tired in a way that only the crisp winter weather can make you feel, yet you feel so refreshed and when it is time for bed, you sleep like a baby.
As long as I can remember we spent weekends and winter breaks in the mountains and as I reached my teens my parents built their own lodge cabin. Going up to the cabin has been something I have always enjoyed and whilst living away I missed having the opportunity to say, lets escape for the weekend. I loved waking up in the morning and looking outside to what seemed like an untouched landscape. On days with fresh falling snow you felt as though you were in the middle of nowhere and I would sit inside enjoying my breakfast and watching the first person ski across the untouched landscape and leave a trace behind.
Over the years I have frequently travelled to Norway to celebrate easter and take the girls skiing and I am delighted that the kids share my love for the winter. The snow usually arrive end of December/ Beginning of January and we have already started our winter weekends. We arrived on a Friday night, and after a lot of snowfall and high winds the main road was closed which meant we had to drive the long way round. When we arrived and the ground was covered with over a metre of fresh powder snow. Over the weekend we had high winds and snow but still the kids wrapped up warm and they loved spending time outside. In between their outdoor play, they come inside for food and snack and then we play games. It seems that when we remove ourselves from our busy every day life we take more time out to just spend time with our kids. Which is one of the reasons these trips away are so precious. The weekends always end too soon and before I knew it was time to drive back home. Until next time…
Thank you for reading another entry of My love, My life but don’t forget to follow the circle and head over to my dear friend Donna and read her blog about daughter Daisy, and it also happened to be her birthday this week so don’t forget to wish Donna a happy belated birthday
Over the years I have frequently travelled to Norway to celebrate easter and take the girls skiing and I am delighted that the kids share my love for the winter. The snow usually arrive end of December/ Beginning of January and we have already started our winter weekends. We arrived on a Friday night, and after a lot of snowfall and high winds the main road was closed which meant we had to drive the long way round. When we arrived and the ground was covered with over a metre of fresh powder snow. Over the weekend we had high winds and snow but still the kids wrapped up warm and they loved spending time outside. In between their outdoor play, they come inside for food and snack and then we play games. It seems that when we remove ourselves from our busy every day life we take more time out to just spend time with our kids. Which is one of the reasons these trips away are so precious. The weekends always end too soon and before I knew it was time to drive back home. Until next time…
Thank you for reading another entry of My love, My life but don’t forget to follow the circle and head over to my dear friend Donna and read her blog about daughter Daisy, and it also happened to be her birthday this week so don’t forget to wish Donna a happy belated birthday
