Most people have no trouble imagining coming to Wisconsin in the summer. The winter is beautiful, too. If you don’t like the cold, you can snuggle up in front of either of the two fireplaces, wrap yourself in a nice thick blanket and read a book or sip a glass of wine. (I can provide both.)
This trip it has been frigidly cold, so I have spent a lot of time inside, but my studio downstairs has a huge window looking down towards the pond and across towards the Shackleford’s prairie. In the winter I can see my “Uncle Tom’s Cabin” (really, my uncle’s name is Tom!), Lake Koshkonong, and the prairie. In the summer, all of that is hidden by leafed-out trees.
Today, as I write, the tiniest snowflakes are falling, slowly filling in and covering the brown grass and dead leaves that carpet the floor of the woods. Here, the snow doesn’t get dirty like it does in the city. No one needs to plow it – so the wonderful quiet remains unbroken by the sounds of men and their machines.
It is peaceful. And beautiful. See if you don’t agree!