For our family, the winter is a time of much needed hibernation. Our summers are busy, intense, focused (and lets not forget FUN), however, every second has a name from the middle of May to the middle of October. This sort of intensity requires an equal and opposite energy, which is what winters in Maine are designed for in our house.
As you may have heard, our New England winter has had more than it’s fair share of snow this year, which fits perfectly into our hibernation mode. Those years where it doesn’t snow much are just a little bit harder to sink into. We CAN go out all the time. There are very few snow days, the phone rings more, the possibilities for a day are endless.
Not true when it’s blowing 30 knots from the North East and the snow has been falling for hours with no end in sight. Those days are p.j. days, cozy days, baking days, writing days. They are slow because the choices are limited, meetings are cancelled and the urge to knit increases 10-fold. The permission to have a meandering freedom about the day is exactly what a family needs when their summers are as packed as ours are.
Our days are on somewhat of a repeat. Snow, shovel, bake, knit, write, snow, shovel, cook, knit, write. Repeat. I find myself in the minority, where the continual wildness followed by a hoary, sunny calm is energizing. Interspersed with a snow shoe and a horse ride, the dormancy is like a cozy sweater with a long, soft scarf wrapped around my neck. Comforting, calm, creative and cozy.
This cake, Blizzard Roulade with Lemon Curd, Blueberries and Cream, is named after the first blizzard that blew through our winter, but certainly not the last. As I write, another 8 to 12 inches is falling on our world. Maybe I’ll go bake another cake.
Cozy and calm