The Winter of Our Discontent…


Winston takes the high road, in Max's backpack!

Winston: Guess I’ll take the high road, in Max’s backpack!

Winston:  "Where did all the grass go?"

Winston: “Where did all the grass go?”

Some apocalypses are sudden, some drag on and on – which brings us to the 2013-2014 winter. I think we all deserve an Olympic medal for our Midwestern Mettle! This has been a challenge for our stamina, sanity, and senses. In my previous decades, taking a picture of a high snowdrift was an awesome event. Parking lot twelve-footers no longer make me blink, much less pull out the phone camera. The unique has become common, relegated to a dull ongoing toothache – it’s always there, and no amount of Tylenol makes it disappear. Weather reports show the low 50’s in 12 days, which will be a 60+ degree improvement from last night’s low. That sums up the struggle of the hardy Midwesterner – ya never know what’s gonna be on your plate, ya just know it will be quite different from yesterday’s,,,

Keep the faith, good times are just around the river bend! Keep humming that tune, take a blowtorch to your remaining snowpiles, a mop to your cobwebs, and Spring will surface again with its hope and promise of renewal, and that delightful smell of earth and flowers – definitely an improvement over the crunch of your tire as you hit the 5th car-swallowing pothole on your way to work!

2 thoughts on “The Winter of Our Discontent…

  1. I have surrendered to the snow goddess. I figure if I did, she will be less likely to stay around listening to me praise her.
    “Look at the curve, that pile of black holy, once white and fluffy stuff that fail from the sky
    She gathers with her sisters after a warm day to sail back to the heavens once more to cry
    on my flower bed again
    with chilling winds
    that white fluffy stuff
    that powder puff.
    I still love thee o’ beauty of winter
    as mother earth menders
    your embrace
    with spring splendor.”
    I hope my tulips come up. This year I think the rabbits will feast before I see them. There has been any food for them since Thanksgiving. Oh well–at least spring will be here for a little while and I can grow some veggies and herbs.
    I agree with you spring will surface again with hope and promise of renewal.

    • Wonderful thoughts and images, Pamela!
      I think YOU should be writing MY blog. Missed you Thursday!
      See you this week, twice, I hope.
      No slipping, sliding or shoveling allowed…

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