I used to hate the coming of winter. I hated the shorter days, the darkness. I halfway convinced myself that I suffered from seasonal affective disorder. But I've had a change of heart. I've started to appreciate the things that colder weather brings. Life slows down, and the nights feel long and peaceful. Projects get started and, sometimes, even completed. I have learned to appreciate burrowing.
But I think that the only way I can really appreciate all those things is when I keep myself in the fresh air, at least a little bit, when I try to embrace my Danish roots and get outside. Everyone looks better with rosy cheeks after all. They suit me better than a tan.
For the first time the big kids brought their bikes. Sena had a very difficult time learning to ride a bike. Like her mother, she isn't in possession of a great deal of balance or agility. The skill was hard won, and therefore, even sweeter once mastered.