January in Maine offers the gifts of rest, replenishment and quiet beauty. Snow creates beautiful, transient works of art right outside my windows offering a private gallery I’m sharing with you:
One year ago today Wayne and I visited St. Anthony’s Franciscan Monastery despite the frigid temps. It’s open to the public year-round. Here are some of the beautiful sights:
February isn’t always formidable; it can be quite inspiring. I enjoy the stillness, the way a snowfall redecorates the trees depending on the light and lightness of the flakes, shoveling my driveway and observing the birds.
Yesterday afternoon on his day off Wayne and I decided to drive to Kennebunkport to see our beloved St. Ann’s Episcopal Church before stopping at the antique shops in Arundel on the way back. I wasn’t prepared for the heartbreaking news that was to follow.
Good news! The inside fan of my baby/old lady Buick sedan* has been replaced so I have heat and a working defroster! The fifteen minute ride over to the dealer for my service appointment? That was an experience. It was sunny and 29 degrees outside. Wayne took the afternoon off from work so that he could follow me in his Subaru and then give me a ride home in case the service department didn’t have the parts in stock. We also ruled out beforehand that it was not a blown fuse. (I learned how to change a car fuse!) He of course offered to drive my car for me and I’d drive his but I knew I could handle it. It ended up being a bit more interesting than anticipated, though!
I’m not in Disney World but I was in the 1970s. Wayne and I have no plans to become sunbirds since winter is mostly manageable and isn’t altogether unlovable. However! Our oil company, whom we have prepaid for all of our heating oil for the season is still backlogged.
Wishy last visited with us four days ago; it’s evident that he has gone underground for the winter. It’s bittersweet because I’m relieved for his well-being and know it’s best for him but sad for me! Winter is arriving tomorrow with our first snowfall. I miss Chippie and Wishy but it’s encouraging knowing that under the inevitable deep blankets of snow my little friends are curled up sleeping, awakening to eat food from their larder before drifting in and out of torpor to pass the winter. I hope they will emerge well rested and healthy in the spring! God bless these little creatures that bring us joy.