DECEMBER IN MAINE. Descriptions and emotions range from expletive deleted words of anger at Mother Nature to the more artistic and romantic look at the “Winter Wonderland” that seemingly starts in October. Maine winters can be harsh, unforgiving, and brutal at times but they are, like so many forces of nature and the seasons in which they dwell, breath-taking, amazing, and of course inspiring.
As I sit and write this post, I am sipping strong coffee from my favorite rooster mug in my rather cold kitchen (being lazy this morning, I haven’t worked my wood stoves yet), watching the light fluffy snow drift around from the sky, and seeing the sun struggle to remain at the forefront of the clouds. It looks raw outside, it feels cold, but somehow it is incredibly comforting. It’s tough sometimes, these Maine winters, BUT….but…..I wouldn’t want it any other way really (okay, sometimes I do especially when I’m tired!) as it is where I get the majority of my inspiration from when I am creating things.
I wish I could capture the feeling of walking in the woods during a snowstorm with a photograph but that’s not my medium. For me it’s akin to being inside a snowglobe; standing still, looking up, watching the snowflakes dance and swirl, whirl and twirl — around and around until they fall onto the ground silently. They are seemingly alive while all thewoods around them are sleeping; like little fairies having a party. Sometimes I feel like I have stepped into a children’s story full of magic, beauty, and wonder. Sometimes I feel quite like a child in that respect as well.
And ya know….. I am completely OKAY with that.
Love and hugs from the deep, dark, magical Maine woods…….