I know it's only the first few days of Winter, officially, but I can't help but dream of Spring, Summer, Fall, anything but Winter. Granted there are things I do love about Winter, sledding, pretty snow, etc. but I really miss long days spent outside of the house.
Camping with the kids
playing in the backyard
lazy days at the archery range
hikes and foraging with the kiddos (we like to pretend that we're in the middle of nowhere, not on Nose Hill park)
days where sticks are the only toy you need
hours upon hours spent just throwing rocks into rivers
beans fresh out of the garden (granted the ones in the freezer are pretty good too)
I'm gonna try to enjoy the rest of Winter, but secretly I'll be counting down the days till Spring.