I love glancing out my kitchen window onto the snow covered woods.  Every time I enter my kitchen I like doing that.  It snowed overnight and the roads still were white.

I keep expecting to see a rabbit or bird or two feeding on the ground. It is uncultivated ground.  That makes it more the reason I enjoy looking out the window.

Sometimes I deliberately go into the kitchen to look in (???) into my backyard.  It is still lightly snowing.  I will go out to do some last minute shopping for the new year eve but as soon as I get home I will stay put.

And continue to enjoy the view from my kitchen through one large window and one smaller one.  I am in no rush for the season to end:  every season gives me joy.  And has its particular attraction.

I love looking out my kitchen window.  We had a snowstorm yesterday and already the roads have been plowed.  It is not the same as being in the middle of the storm.

Every thing outside my back window is white and unspoiled looking.  There is no evidence of humans there.  I keep expecting to see a cottontail or two playing in the snow.

Even if I don’t, I love peering out into the snow covered trees and bushes and ground.  The landscape appears wild.  It is an illusion but even so I love it still every time I glance out that window.