This week's question comes the incredibly talented Brenda Margriet:
Winter means different things to different people. What do you love about winter? Why not share some of your favorite winter photos from previous years. Have you ever written a book set during winter?
When I was a little girl, winter meant snowmen and sledding and snowball fights and the holidays. Now, without as much time for play, I still love the beauty of an unbroken white field, stretched out as far as I can see. I love snuggling up in front of a roaring fire with a hot drink and good friends. And cozying up to my husband in the cocoon of our bed after a long day. Oh, and did I mention I love sweaters?
Winter comes and goes in my books and I haven't written one where the season is an important part of the story. Maybe I should. Because winter means Thanksgiving and Christmas and family and friends and joy and good food and presents and remembering to love each other.
I have moved around a lot in my life and I don't have any photos to share, but I keep images in my heart and sometimes that makes them even more vivid.