Someone told me I was lying to myself when I said I loved winter the most. Chuckle Chuckle.
I love every season of course. Winter always provides me with so much to see.
Granted. In the spring and fall, I can walk the woods and not be so bothered by insects. Summer brings its own delights which include much longer days and some un-delights of heat and humidity.
I love flowers which only bloom in my garden from Spring to Fall. But Winter provides me with time on my hands to explore the shapes of trees. Time to watch ice falls develop on a rock and moss sandstone wall.
I am afforded the ability to admire the frost that develops on the rocks in a large spring.
I can hike through the valley and bask in warm sunshine in one spot and be in chilled in the shadows and cold breezes in another.
I can be amazed over and over by an old oak tree's shape against the snow or how it casts shadows over the stream.
I can see how the natural order of things progress. I can find deer beds, coyote dens, 'possum trails, and raccoon tracks. I see how nature cleans up after a death. Who strips those bones clean like that? Not coyotes. But the Titmouse, the Bluejay, and Woodpeckers!
Death in the valley provides a little something for everyone except the unfortunate whitetail perhaps.
The mice will find important minerals in this buck's antlers that will help them. They find calcium, phosphorous, and minerals that may be lacking in their diet in the antlers of some deer and their bones.
This huge spring provides warm water for scuds and caddisfly larvae to survive cold spells.
Dressing appropriately can also be an issue. After years of trial and error, I am coming to a happy medium.