You know who else loved weather? Laura Ingalls Wilder. There are sloughs on the prairie, too. Wetlands make for rich soil when tiling (draining) practices ensue. That's why most of Iowa grows crops today. Former slough. Fertile marsh and bog and fen fields between the rivers Missouri and Mississippi.
I grew up with a parent who didn't like the weather. We stayed in on snowy days in the northeast and she resisted the beach during visits with family in Puerto Rico. I remember watching mostly nature-based shows and imagining myself in different places. When I met my husband, we fell in love while exploring the outdoors. As an adult, I thrive in the outdoors and love all sorts of weather—something my children continue to love, even as they enter the tween years. We enjoy it together as a family and my hope is that it continues. As I write this, I'm looking out my window at puffy snow falling from the sky. Everything is covered in its beauty and I'm excited to have a snowy winter!
Jonathan, Elisabeth Eliot said the same about the Auca Indians. They never discussed the weather and they had the worst weather always. Horrible weather! I think it's a good indicator of seeing life as a menu to order from and complain about, or as Victor Frankl said, " Life has not ceased expecting things from you. " I've been pondering gifts and receiving and seeing everything is exactly that, a gift given to us so he can use it to make us become more and more beautiful, as He is. He b held his father's happy face of delight to him, in every kind of weather!
“There is not a moment’s rest from the ‘adventures’: one’s nose is kept ruthlessly to the grindstone. It all means nothing to me.”
I couldn’t agree more with Lewis’ sentiment here! I love a good atmospheric read; would love to hear other recommendations, outside of Narnia!
Descriptions of characters and food aren’t enough, either. You do need the weather/environment descriptions. I’m feeling that as I’m reading “Redwall” with my kids. There are detailed descriptions of characters and food, but there isn’t a good deal of description about nature or what is happening in nature. Hopefully Jacques adds more of that later in the book.
This is brilliant. I took a C.S. Lewis class once, which I adored, and helped me fall in love with his writing. I can't say I thought too much about the prominence of Weather, but you make a great case for how he works it in and how he shows us something about what it means to be human. This winter I must say, as I turned 41 yesterday, I am more and more appreciative of the gifts of winter. I sat in the dark for 90 minutes this morning, receiving the day, awaiting the light, admiring the sapphire sky and starlight and white blanket upon the ground. It was a holy moment that I am grateful for, and then to be able to walk and breathe the brisk cold air. And yet, I confess I complain like a good midwesterner when it gets rainy and gray. I have much to learn to appreciate about receiving *that* kind of Weather.
You know who else loved weather? Laura Ingalls Wilder. There are sloughs on the prairie, too. Wetlands make for rich soil when tiling (draining) practices ensue. That's why most of Iowa grows crops today. Former slough. Fertile marsh and bog and fen fields between the rivers Missouri and Mississippi.
I grew up with a parent who didn't like the weather. We stayed in on snowy days in the northeast and she resisted the beach during visits with family in Puerto Rico. I remember watching mostly nature-based shows and imagining myself in different places. When I met my husband, we fell in love while exploring the outdoors. As an adult, I thrive in the outdoors and love all sorts of weather—something my children continue to love, even as they enter the tween years. We enjoy it together as a family and my hope is that it continues. As I write this, I'm looking out my window at puffy snow falling from the sky. Everything is covered in its beauty and I'm excited to have a snowy winter!
Jonathan, Elisabeth Eliot said the same about the Auca Indians. They never discussed the weather and they had the worst weather always. Horrible weather! I think it's a good indicator of seeing life as a menu to order from and complain about, or as Victor Frankl said, " Life has not ceased expecting things from you. " I've been pondering gifts and receiving and seeing everything is exactly that, a gift given to us so he can use it to make us become more and more beautiful, as He is. He b held his father's happy face of delight to him, in every kind of weather!
“There is not a moment’s rest from the ‘adventures’: one’s nose is kept ruthlessly to the grindstone. It all means nothing to me.”
I couldn’t agree more with Lewis’ sentiment here! I love a good atmospheric read; would love to hear other recommendations, outside of Narnia!
Descriptions of characters and food aren’t enough, either. You do need the weather/environment descriptions. I’m feeling that as I’m reading “Redwall” with my kids. There are detailed descriptions of characters and food, but there isn’t a good deal of description about nature or what is happening in nature. Hopefully Jacques adds more of that later in the book.
This is brilliant. I took a C.S. Lewis class once, which I adored, and helped me fall in love with his writing. I can't say I thought too much about the prominence of Weather, but you make a great case for how he works it in and how he shows us something about what it means to be human. This winter I must say, as I turned 41 yesterday, I am more and more appreciative of the gifts of winter. I sat in the dark for 90 minutes this morning, receiving the day, awaiting the light, admiring the sapphire sky and starlight and white blanket upon the ground. It was a holy moment that I am grateful for, and then to be able to walk and breathe the brisk cold air. And yet, I confess I complain like a good midwesterner when it gets rainy and gray. I have much to learn to appreciate about receiving *that* kind of Weather.