Ever been to the Whiteshell in the winter? It is fantastically beautiful.
I got out of the house the other day for an afternoon walk in the sunshine, and I was reminded all over again why I feel like such a lucky girl in winter – run out the door, and there’s so much beauty right there.
Sometimes I feel a little out of place in the Whiteshell. We don’t have a snowmobile, and Ben doesn’t hunt, and really, we just are not very rugged people. We don’t live off the land much.
But I drink in the beauty of it on a regular basis. Does that count?
I don’t even wear Sorel’s.
I know, I know. After having been out here for almost five years, one would think that I would be properly booted.
But I walk around with my face lifted to the sunshine, my eyes fixed to the top of those glorious evergreens piercing a perfect blue sky, and I try to soak in all of that wild, untouched beauty.
And even though it hasn’t made me “rugged”, it has made me fall in love with winter.