November 27th, 2018

What I love most about this time of year is just what you see in the above photo, taken only moments ago: snowflakes coming down soft and silent, though heavy enough to have layered 8 inches of fresh, white powder over the foot of packed accumulation of the last two weeks. All is peaceful. Calm.  Winter has come early.

Today is a day made for sitting inside by the fire, nestled in blankets and sipping Earl Grey, the smell of cookies baking in the oven. But... in less than an hour I will brave the elements, slip-sliding off the mountain all the way to school, where a noisy classroom of fourteen fifth-graders waits to finish their Outside of the Box building challenge. And I'm looking forward to it.

Teaching art has become my new winter sport, transforming this burrowing-in, couch potato artist/writer into a lively, engaged inspire-er of creativity. It is getting me out of my own box to see the hidden beauty of EVERY day.

It is nourishing me to grow them.

​Who knew winter could be so bountiful?