Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Mother Nature you rascal. You are up to your old tricks again. Just peeked out to see the early morning dawn and lo and behold, you left your wake of fresh powdered snow all around my place. Beautiful. The colour of the bluish white snow fallen upon the earth is breathtaking as it sits at the foot of the darkened hued trunk and branches of the trees at my place. I am simply amazed time and again of natures natural beauty and grandeur. For some reason today, I am caught by the untouched snowfall as it rests peacefully without a blemish in its carpet of fluff and delight. But alas I can tell the delights of snow and its loveliness may wear off as I open my door.
So I guess it is hop to it. Yes maam, Mother Nature!! I got my shovel in hand to carry out my due diligence in shovelling the deck, the puppy path for Maggie and snow off my truck. Not sure if the snowplow guy will come today or not as there is a wind advisory in effect at some point. I have learned that there is no point in snowplowing the snow because the wind will just fill in parts of my lane again. Grrrr.
Yes, it is mid winter despite my youngest daughter and youngest sister reminding that it is approximately 48 days until spring. So until then my dear people, it is winter and all of its perks and trappings, we are going to get snow and my grandson’s wish has to be granted…snow day. I know he has been chomping at the bit. My two other grandchildren are not old enough to know the significance of snow days as yet because they are just new to the educational setting of protocols in winter. But not my grandson! Nope. He has got it down pat. Ah the blessings of winter. I am thinking he wishes to be where his aunties live in Ontario because this week they had three snow days in a row. Oops. My bad grandson of mine. LOL.
Winter is just that…winter. And it comes with all of its surprises for however long it lasts. Also the acceptance of the endless conversations are going to continue until spring hits because it is an in-your-face-front-and-center daily brag, rag and nag seasonal topic that is like a perpetual calendar in our lived lives. Yeah? I think it is in our DNA. We not only live the season, we season to live. So when that old adage “if you can’t beat ’em, join ‘ em” comes to mind, well shiver me timbers if you can’t beat her, join her. Hat on, mitts on, boots on, shovel in hand (or snowblower readied), its time for me to enjoy the blessings of fresh clean crisp air and blanket of winter splendour. And exercise. I can feel the bones and muscles slowly coming awake. It’s all good. Blessings.
PS. Maggie May!! You have got it made in the shade, puppy dog. Your chariot awaits and now you can do your business with ease on your circular doggie doo-doo path.
Let us pray for those whom are in need of our prayers and for those who are homeless and need warmth and safety during this time of year. Amen
Karenpondering 