☀Sunlit Sunday: Season 2, Week #8

Welcome to ☀Sunlit Sunday. 

I find that, for me, it makes a difference to look for the sunshine in any given week and to share some of it here. It reminds me that wintertime is my friend.

Do I hear some groaning in the background from those in my part of the hemisphere, or perhaps a chuckle from New Zealand and Australian readers who are in the midst of their summer? Work with me! Let's enjoy some pleasures of the season, whether the sun is in the sky or your heart.

Warm woolies, long underwear, mittens, tuques and hoods have a place in my world. Unlike chickadees, not all of us can get along with nothing but a fine display of feathers and a jaunty black cap for warmth.

I belong to a monthly hiking group. While exploring outdoors this week, we spotted rabbit and snowshoe hare tracks, those of a mink . . .

 and some belonging to a wolf or coyote. 

We left a few prints of our own as we trekked through the woods and over a frozen pond. As a retired outdoor education teacher, our leader had arranged for us to borrow some snowshoes. We had fun, despite a tumble or two into the soft snow.

It was well worth getting bundled up against the cold and spending a frosty morning outdoors in the sunshine. It was good for the soul!

There is a line from a famous song by Gilles Vigneault:

"Mon pays, ce n´est pas un pays, c´est l´hiver."

Translated: "My country is not a country, it's winter."

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