I think winter is my very favorite time for rambling in the woods.
The woods are simplified in winter. Everything is stripped away – everything but the lovely bones of what remains.
Bare trees giving up all their secrets – little hollows and woodpeckers and nests that were once hidden.
If I had my way, I’d have a little winter cabin in which to hibernate. A little cabin for sleeping and cooking, reading and dreaming, drawing and writing. A little cabin where there is always something simmering on the stove, always a fire in the fireplace, always the love of someone dear.
*this little house in the Winter Woods is available as a print in my shop.