I am not going to lie and say that winter in Maine isn’t dreary. Even now we are still making our way out of the darkness; it snowed a good foot and a half this week, and that pile of initially fluffy fun is now heavy and flooding the streets as we get a little slightly-above-freezing rain.
In spite of this being a rather normal Maine winter – meaning crazy cold and quite snowy – I have walked to and from school nearly every day, and while I could complain about the lack of promptly-plowed sidewalks and the crazy motorists who could care less if they plowed me over on their quest to GET SOMEWHERE NOW!!!, instead I would like to celebrate the view that I see every day when I walk over the bridge onto Marsh Island.
I’m guilty of only taking pictures on sunny days, which we were lucky to have a lot of this winter. Well, lucky as long as you consider the sun only, and not the bitter cold that always accompanies the winter sun.
On some mornings, fog fills the valley, covering the trees in a white rime that sparkles as the sun rises over the train trestle. It is an experience that cannot be contained in a photograph, and I feel so blessed to have experienced it so often this winter.
Sure, storms are an extreme nuisance, if not a safety hazard, but the sky is a different kind of blue in the winter after a storm. There is good to be found in everything.
As much as I treasure the winter landscape, I am relishing in the signs of spring. We have had some warmer days, and our bird feeder has been swarmed in the past few weeks. It’s light after six now, and we have had some 40+ degree days (beach weather, to be exact). Soon it will be time to start the spring planting!