Winter, just as we are entering the Australian summer, seems a little out of place, but winter still holds a number of special memories.
The scent of woodsmoke reminds me of childhood winters with a blazing wood fire in our living room. The rest of the house was unheated, and I can remember many winter nights quickly diving under multiple blankets and shivering until the bed warmed up. Getting up to run to the bathroom in the middle of the night was cruel, as our toilet was out on the back verandah and freezing cold during the winter months. Thinking back it makes me appreciate my central heating and ensuite bathroom I enjoy today.
While snow was unheard of in the area where we lived, heavy frosts in midwinter turned the landscape white. My grandmother taught me to knit as a child and for many winters I enjoyed gloves, scarves and hats I had made myself. They also made excellent presents for family and friends and as my knitting became better the patterns grew steadily more complex.
My first visit to the snowfields as a child is another special winter memory - a rare holiday spent building snowmen, trying to ski and playing in the snow. I quickly found that my knitted gloves were useless in a snowy environment, quickly becoming sodden and cold. Snow deeper than my boots was also an unwelcome discovery.
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