this would explain why winter and i don't get along so well...
i literally count the days until spring. (it's 46)

however, yesterday we had a beautiful snowfall
and this morning when i woke
i couldnt help but notice the remnants of my bee balm plants sporting little, white, snowy caps on their heads.
i found this to be so sweet and so pretty.
i found that my attitude shifted a bit.
i found that by taking the time to see the beauty,
i felt better....

so instead of my usual complaining about how i hate this time of year,
i am going to make an effort to find the little moments of magic that
i have been missing because ive been too crabby to notice...

maybe the lesson for me here is to find the beauty in something i have formed in my mind to be depressing and annoying. i suppose this would be a good one for me to practice.