It’s cold here in Iowa.
This time of year, our house just seems like our house. Sometimes, it’s just us here. It’s a little odd. The knocks on the door are much fewer, and we are always racing to slam it shut and prevent the cold air from blowing in. There are no evening games of basketball or riding bikes or long talks on the front porch with neighbors.
This season always slows us to a more intentional pace. There are opportunities to visit friends and neighbors in their homes, have meals together, or gather around cups of hot tea and coffee.
And, instead of the mass chaos of kids outside on our lawn, it’s a few at a time who come in, and they stay in. We read books, or sometimes they try to play the piano or pet our (crazy) dog. It’s quieter around here.
Certainly, “for everything there is a season…” Ecclesiastes 3:1
Here are some pictures of a recent evening around here: