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January 15, 2017
By Charis Lindrooth
The farm looks like a cake dusted with confectioners sugar this morning, full of sweet promise. I like to be the first to walk the fields after it snows, but that rarely happens. Inevitably, Max, the Farmer’s Dog, springs ahead sniffing rabbit tracks and gleefully rolling in the frosty powder. More often than not the Farmer, who is an early riser, also beats me to it. Then I have to content myself with following their disruption to the perfect snowfall, or forge my own path in a secret direction.
With 90 acres at my disposal, I am tempted to walk away from the cultivated fields into the woods where my imagination sets flight. As a young girl, snowy woods inspired my belief in magic and I spent long hours with my best friend in our own fantastical realm. Now, even though those younger days are left far in the past, my child-like heart re-awakens. I inhale deeply, catching scents from those long-ago days, the crisp fresh scent of the new snow and the earthy musk of the curled damp bark on the birch trees. The early golden light from the sun creates a magical, snowy palace in my private woods. As a girl I might at this moment have become a princess, imagining a crown bejeweled with bits of sparkling icy crystals. Just as likely, I would have transformed into a small furry animal, a rabbit or a squirrel, and I would have spent hours creating a secret den hidden by boughs of white pine and lined by the soft needles that fell in the autumn.
Now I watch my children step into their own imagination in this incredible farm wonderland. The outdoors is indeed the colossal antidote for January cabin fever.
I treasure this quote from Anne Frank, “The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be."
I am grateful for the beauty of this land and how it feeds us, body and soul.