The ice icicles are growing longer, the leaves (even the steadfast golden birch leaves) are all thick on the ground, temperatures dipped into the single digits last night… jack frost has officially arrived.
And for a good part of each day, my boys are thrilled with the change! We layer on our clothes until we are as thick as a marshmallows. We hunt down ice hunks, smash them up and make frozen soups in our forts. We build shelters galore in fact. The woods near our house is covered in familiar downed trees that double as motorcycles and rocket ships and race cars. There is our human sized birds nest, and giant oak balance beam crossing a perilous lava river. These boys have scoured the land, and it has become theirs. And even though the weather has turned and our time outdoors is shorter, the glory and reward of peeling off layers of wet cold clothes and sitting by the warm fire with a mug of hot chocolate and a stack of library books everyday makes it all worth while.
We have had our share of indoor fun too. The boys have never, not once, (YET!) told me they are bored. The chest of dress up clothes, a doll house, a few puzzles, each other and they are entertained indefinitely. Occasionally we paint. Sometimes, they want to help me do some sewing, or join in on some knitting, but mostly, they are two super heroes in perpetual motion, saving people from the evils of the world (check out my instagram to see our latest super hero gift… thank you Joanna!).
Oh Vermont… While the chilling weather is intimidating and if truth be told, a little scary (it’s a looong winter), I am happy right now. These beautiful mountains, this air so cold it hurts your nose to breathe in, it makes me feel alive. It reminds me of my life. It is so good to be back up north! I can’t believe I am still saying that after six months of living here, but every time the weather changes I remember.