Recently I spent my post space and time begrudging our horribly oppressive gray winter days here in Kentucky. As of this past Monday, not so much gray as white has shown up. Snow!!! Close to a foot of snow fell blanketing our brown icky dead yards and wrapping the dead leaves on the trees in a beautiful shawl of white, cold, fluffy stuff.
I know that for those who have to get out in it, this weather event is a hassle. For those who work outside the home and need to find snow day childcare, this snow event adds to the ‘to do list.
For me, this brutally cold spurt has provided a welcome break in the weather. I invite you to look outside and notice the textured snow drifts or the crystal frozen sparkles in the sunshine. It’s beautiful!
What now hides beneath the snow are the buds, the hope for spring — 28 days and counting…
Typically in Kentucky January and February are dreary, cloudy and cold months. They are long and like walking through taffy to get to spring. This year a winter polar blast has come to visit. We are in the midst of very cold days and snow! True to form, people are starting to grouse and wish this six-week visitor would pack its ice cycles and go home.
Beyond the initial mess these winter storms bring, the road crews have done well to get the streets cleared so being out and about lends an opportunity to experience the winter wonder land. It’s amazing to see the sleeves of ice coating each little limb and stem of the trees and shrubs. I feel for our old pine tree with the burden of ice that pulls the branches downward from its 60 feet height. But the sun is out today and is helping to melt away some of that load. No doubt the strength of 20 plus years will sustain our wooden friend. The sunshine is probably the great redeemer in this long winter visitor. If you followed our dog around all day you would know the places in the house that the beams of light invade and remind us that warmth is available.
Yes, warmth is available and more is on its way. In the next few weeks, whether Mr. Winter has departed or not, the early spring flowers will begin their reign and the seasonal tug-of-war will begin. I like to think that right now beneath inches of snow and ice, my flowers are sleeping and building their strength. Their time will come and when it does those beautiful and graceful buds will burst through whatever lays above.
Weather is wonderfully unpredictable. But we can count on the seasons to change. We can count on the snow and ice to melt and spring to arrive. It will show up in all its color and glory. Keep watching for it, but don’t miss the beauty that has beaten the winter doldrums.