I've always considered myself an October girl, but I'm fast becoming smitten with January.
Here in California, we have no right to call this season winter.
The last two days have been a sneak preview of spring.
Yesterday, my children kicked off their shoes, rolled up their pants, and frolicked in a public fountain.
Today, I walked down the tracks to the frog pond. Well, pond is an exaggeration. It's actually deep, permanent ruts in the mud which have created a breeding ground for frogs, mosquitoes, and all things beautiful.
Winter, I love your texture, your light, your simplicity, your promise, your presence. Feel free to stay awhile.