Today was the perfect
winter's day, so perfect I will gush.
Winter is an incredible
artist. Take a look at this masterpiece:
Just two months ago,
these were white Shasta daisies, and now winter's painterly strokes
have turned them into snow daisies.
I love winters here in
the mountains of Southern California. They give me a huge sense of joie de
vivre -- a certain joy or enthusiasm for life -- and appreciation
for its seasons.
Letís face it, winter in
most northern latitudes is just not much fun, what with the grey, the wet and
the bone-chilling cold. But the convergence of lower latitude
with high elevation has created the perfect winter conditions for a
transplant from Hawai`i.
I am a tropical baby, a
"hot house orchid," if you will. I like the comfort
of warmth. Yet I love the winters here, because Big Bear's
winters are in a class of its own.
Big Bear winters are
full of sunshine and blue skies, and looking out the window this
morning, I was immediately treated to sunlight dancing on the snow,
making it glitter and sparkle.
Unlike the damp cold in
Indiana or Northern California or the frigidity of Colorado, the
cold here is tolerable. I think it's the humidity factor. The
humidity is low here, as our dry skin will attest.
On Thursday, I
eliminated the dry skin problem by discovering Lubriderm's Advanced
Therapy. It is heavenly! I sound like a commercial, but it's
true. No more dry skin. And no greasy after-feel, either.
I don't even mind the
occasional grey day here, as it was on Thursday when we arrived, as
the greyness portends a fresh blanketing of snow, which is what
happened Friday night.
Lack of humidity and
layering. That's it.
I've also learned to
dress warmly. The words, "layer, layer, layer", ring in my
ears, and dreading the thought of leaving myself vulnerable to the
cold, I heed them well. I have drawerfuls of winter wear --
liners, tights, sweaters, warm slacks, mitts, polar fleece, scarves,
hats, wool socks and boots.
Lack of humidity,
layering and the option to leave. That's really it.
I always know that I
have a choice to stay or to leave. I guess I will never know
what winter doldrums are, and hope I never do.
Big Bear Winters with these scenes, thanks to Kerst Scenic
"Life is a Gift."
P.S. If you would
like to share a portion of yourself with words, in response to
this journal entry, you may do it here.
only gift is a portion of thyself..."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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