Dead of winter

I love winter. The snow days that get us out of school, the beautifully snow-dusted and ice encrusted landscape glistens and sparkles with a beautiful elegance, and going down a hill of snow whether it be in a sled or on skis are all of the activities and sights I enjoy seeing. But below the snow, below the ice, lies a dormant carpet of grass, dead debris, and a world hibernating from life. I have recently wanted to see bustling, vibrant life again- whether a tiny blade of grass or a songbird chirping merrily from a nearby tree. Don't get me wrong- I still love winter-but I am ready for life to come back to this seemingly dead world. The deer that I see and tracks of various animals brings a little warmth to my heart, but not nearly as much as when the ground doesn't have to be covered to be beautiful. I am ready to see the grass grow again, to hear the chirping of birds in the day and of crickets at night joined by the sound of croaking and grunting of frogs in the nearby pond. I am ready to go hunting for morel mushrooms again, to find those elusive fungi growing near a dead elm and to munch on the wonderfully Delicious fried shrooms. Oh, how I yearn for summer days where The water is inviting and where cold is a good thing. I love to have the freedom of the days, not having many obligations- that I can search for new things outdoors or on the web, and enjoy new shows and veg out on video games. But until those days come, The snow will cover the grass, and the grass will lie waiting-dormant.