Season of Self-Expression
It's winter and here I am in the garden in the rain. Reasons I love winter:
Lighting the fire and gazing at it for hours.
Putting all the blankets on the bed. Flannelette sheets. Waking up in the morning under layers of heavy blankets inside a cocoon of fluffy sheets.
Stomping through the bush in big boots and my rain coat.
Pink sunsets and dawns. Dawns that happen at a reasonable time of the day for appreciating.
These are all sterling qualities of winter. But the absolutely best part of winter is not feeling compelled to:
Wear a bra.
Shower every day.
Alongside my ongoing lack of interest in wearing make up or dyeing my hair, this means that winter is the season that just lets me be me. Thanks, winter.