A Warm Summer Breeze Smack Dab in the Dead of Winter

A Warm Summer Breeze Smack Dab in the Dead of Winter

A Warm Summer Breeze Smack Dab in the Dead of Winter


It’s pitch black outside as I type at 5:15 p.m., and the winter winds are howling. The thermostat in my car read 1º a few moments ago. Not 32, 15, or even 10, but a simple, straightforward, no-bones-about-it 1. And with the windchill added in for good measure, it feels like 20 degrees below zero.

Ice shivers on nights like these.

I have very little use for winter after New Year’s Day, and while I’d love to skip straight into mid April at this point, life, as we know it today at any rate, doesn’t come with a DVR fast forward button.

So, what are we frigid northern souls to do?

I suppose we could traipse behind the snowbirds on their annual trek to Florida, or follow the lead of snakes and bears and the like and hibernate until the tulips bloom, but instead of crawling into a cave, I’d much rather wrap myself up in an afghan, start a fire in the fireplace, and immerse myself in warm weather photos and breezy summer dreams.

Shall we take an imaginary trip to a sunshine paradise?


Well then, slather on the coconut-scented sunscreen, kick up your bare feet, take a sip of your Pina Colada, and bask in the warmth!

Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: No, this is not a photo of me and Logan!

“Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind.”


Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: Blissful flower fields

“The Earth Laughs in Flowers.”
 Ralph Waldo Emerson 


Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: Radiating sunshine

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.

By Suzanne Collins


Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: Even her dress celebrates all things melon!


Green Buddhas

On the fruit stand.

We eat the smile

And spit out the teeth.

Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: Beautiful barley

Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.

By Suzanne Collins


Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: Aah, to be in the Maldives right now!

I got my toes in the water, ass in the sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today

Life is good today

Zac Brown Band


Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: Why is it that we love the butterfly family but despise their cousins the moths?

Oh! Pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!

William Wordsworth


Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: Remembering those "sand in the diaper" days with much more fondness than I probably felt back then!

When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.

Robert Louis Stevenson


Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: Well, hello, Tom. Your inner tiger is showing.

“Dirty hands, iced tea, garden fragrances thick in the air and a blanket of color before me. Who could ask for more?”

Bev Adams


Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: This is bliss to me!

When the sun’s at his back
And the wind’s in his face
It’s just him and the wheel
He wouldn’t take a million for the
Way it makes him feel.

Kenny Chesney


Aah . . .

Did you feel the warmth?

Hang in there my frostbitten friends!

Dress in layers.

Treat yourselves to some hot coffee.

Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: No red cup? God forbid!


Think warm thoughts.

And remember that sunshine and daffodils are just around the bend!

I believe I can see them even now . . .

Conjuring up summer in the dead of winter: Canary on cobalt brings makes my heart sing!


Oh, hey, can you please forward this to anyone you know who could use a nice, warm, shot of sunshine?

Written by Becky


  • Mark Orr says:

    I like the Kenny the Kenny Chesney picture & quote…… I guess I will have to wait till I win the 1.5 BILLION

  • Patty from MMC says:

    It’s snowing here in Omaha – myriads of big, fat flakes. If I focus hard enough, I can see individual ones, probably as big as nickels. It’s 10:10 a.m. And I am still in pj’s – a blessing that retirement affords. Emma cat is sleep on the dining room heat vent, Jack Bauer cat is asleep in the middle of the great room floor, keeping a watchful, yet closed, eye on all comings and goings in the house. (Especially if I add stock to the food bowl!) Belle cat has already sauntered upstairs for her morning snack and has headed back down to sleep with Brad, who is on hiatus from work and school. The temp has moved up from single (and below zero) digits to a balmy14 degrees. It’s actually very peaceful today, a day which I wouldn’t trade for all the sunny beaches in the world …..well maybe not ALL! I generally am done with winter, but a day like today is a gift.

    • Becky says:

      You make it sound so nice and cozy, Patty. Snuggle up with a book, grab a cup of coffee, and enjoy watching the flakes flutter.

  • Debbie says:

    What lovely pictures on a cold winter day! Thanks for reminding us hardy yet weary midwesterners of the promise of spring!

    • Becky says:

      You’re welcome, Debbie! This winter, too, shall pass … And then, finally, we can start to complain about the humidity once more. 😉

  • Becky, most of my life these days is spent indoors anyway, so the cold weather only reaches me when I dart from car to store/church/building of some kind. If I have to walk a few more steps in the freezing temps, I actually kind of get stimulated and enjoy breathing it. I JUST DON’T LIKE THE ICE! Can you do something about that??? YLM

    • Becky says:

      Interesting. I love the ice because I find it propels me faster when I fall – sort of like a super exciting frozen waterside. I’m glad though that you’re able to do most of your daily activities indoors now!

  • Heather says:

    Thanks for this pick me up! I need to read it every 5 mins today, as I sit at work wearing: 2 pairs of socks, boots, long underwear on legs and body, 3 layers of tops and fingerless gloves. I’m contemplating turning on my heater!

    • Becky says:

      Word has it that you are in possession of a sweet, battery-operated, heated scarf. How about wearing that? Also? I’m so glad you decided to wear your long underwear on your legs this time!

      P.S. I’m picturing you as Bob Cratchit with a quill pen in hand. “Please, sir, may I go eat the fatted goose?”

  • Lisa says:

    These pictures along with my hot flashes have delivered me right smack dang into the tropics🔥

    I may be the only weirdo that doesn’t mind these cold days. It’s the best time of year to enjoy homemade soup, chilli, hot cocoa, and to snuggle up with someone while watching home videos, movies, or whatever or play board games. I really love the coziness of winter. I guess I just make the most of it knowing that it’s only temporary and that warm days are on their way.

    • Becky says:

      LOL! Yes, I would imagine, Lisa, that you are at least one of only a select few who appreciate living in the Arctic tundra. Without the cold weather though, we wouldn’t truly appreciate the first warm day of spring, would we? To me, there’s nothing quite like the elation of sitting on the deck in the spring and rejoicing in the sunshine.

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