This little place has made me so happy, I think I shall revive.

I seem to work best when I am seized in the moment and so I shall.

I have just scribbled down in one sitting a whole list of winter revels. This is no ordinary list. In it I will prescribe good winter medicine for the soul, the things I love about winter and why it is my favorite season, and all the things I look forward to when the weather changes.

It is a lonely business, loving winter, even here on the plains where winter is quite the common occurrence, I find very few kin who enjoy being cold, who love driving on snowy roads, or snow-walking at dusk when the moon is rising, or searching out the truth of silence on a winter prairie. Indeed, loving winter may be a solitary business anywhere you go. But still, I find it a most liberating experience.

Winter has had a profound affect upon my life. I can remember never being bothered by it as a child, but the meaning of it has grown with me, and I hope these sequences of winter frolics will bring you a deeper understanding of the cold, dark season where stillness is the highpoint, and the winter-quiet of the mind the effect.

Here are a few things to look forward to:

The darkness rising, feeding the birds, some wholesome knitting, a lot of snow and Christmas, wood chopping and the like, coffee and tea—the stuff of revolutions, rituals, solstices, what happens when there’s no snow.

Let us make haste to the merrymaking!