How I See It, Volume 1, number 1, January 1999 How I See It With the cocoon of winter about me, I imagine the bright summer, while alternately reminding myself to be in the present. Of course, I have noticed that the times when I need to remind myself to "be here now," it is because I really want to be somewhere else. The first year I lived here I remember announcing right after Christmas that it would soon be spring. Everyone went into gales of laughter, looked at me sympathetically and told me the facts of life. Whoever wrote "...with winter here, can spring be far behind?" never lived in Alaska. In Victoria, where I grew up, we had our annual blossom count in February, much like the local bird count. Each blossom of each species was recorded. But that was long ago and far away, and as I peep out from my current novel, gardening magazine, or art supply catalog at the cool apricot and violet winter sky I am happy where I am. Besides, when I eat those cranberry muffins that are cooking in the oven, I know they wouldn’t taste as good if it wasn’t 20 below with snow outside. Bouganvillia and cranberry muffins?—something doesn’t fit here. Maybe next year I’ll try the bouganvillia.
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