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…
We haven’t had any significant snow since November. The winter grey that Kentucky usually experiences in January and February moved in early this year — December. It has out-stayed its welcome. The good news that in my fight to keep my mood from falling into a putty-colored state, I’ve exercised more. Just to keep moving, there have been a couple of home projects marked off the list.
The bad news is that my electric bill has increased in my attempt to turn on enough lights to keep the dreariness out of the house. About every three days the sun comes out. It makes me want to shove the dog out of the single beam to soak up enough to carry me through the next several days of dullness.
Our friends in the Northeast have been hammered with snow and ice. Many of them are probably wishing they could see the dead grass in their yards. Know that my heart goes out to them. I wish Mother Nature could have just split the difference this year so we could share in some of the snow fun. While I may be guilty of doing the “snow day” dance for the schools to close with my high school, for the most part I’ve graduated from snow days and look forward to enjoying a beautiful snow that can break up the winter.
As of this post there are 39 days until spring. Anything is possible with our Kentucky/Ohio valley weather. There still may be a good snow in our future. In the meantime, what are you doing to ward off the winter blah?
So the other evening my husband walked in from work red-faced and sweating. It took me a minute to realize what was going on. While his work is sometimes physical and outside, and had been away from any of that activity for about 20 minutes, his car has no air conditioning and it was close to 90 degrees outside. Then like a splash of cold water it hit me, my world is very climate controlled.
If I get too cold, I make an adjustment to the thermostat. If I get too warm, another adjustment is made; never too cold, never too hot. When I leave to go somewhere, I get in the hot car and turn on the air conditioner. It’s like living in a season-neutral world – not too hot, not too cold, don’t get rained on etc.
I wouldn’t call us soft, but what would your first thought be if there is a power outage on a very hot evening? One guess would be, call a hotel! Can we not stand to be a little uncomfortable? Do we take the opportunity to have a little adventure and experience what the uncontrolled environment feels like?
Those of us who work in offices need to be intentional about getting outside, letting our bodies be a part of creation; feel the sunshine, let a rain drop or two land on your nose, get a little sweaty, freeze a little.
P.S. – he’s getting his air conditioner fixed this month.
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.
I love that weather is only somewhat predictable. The meteorologists do their best with their fancy technology — 3D Doppler RADARs and layered mapping. But still there are times when they just can’t predict the weather 100%. There are so many factors that are in play with weather. It’s not just what is coming from the sky, it’s the typography of the area, air temperature, wind on the ground as well.
While weather can be predicted and many people can be warned to take cover, weather can not be controlled. I love that weather is one part of creation that man can’t touch or control.
Outside my window right now is a thunderstorm. It’s one of those that come from a cold front and warm front colliding and the laws of nature duel. The thunder rumbles through your soul. Searching the sky for the next strike of lightning can be unnerving – no way to predict.
Weather can be planned for, but no man can control it. How refreshing to experience something that we don’t have to control or schedule. Even planning for what a meteorologist predicts is rarely completely accurate. They do their best, but weather isn’t something God calls profits to. How wonderful it is it to experiencing something completely surrendered to God’s hand as weather?
After the storm passes, many times the morning brings a calm spirit among nature and clean air settles in. Whatever damage has been left behind, may cause grief and pain, but also provides the opportunity for a fresh start.
Consider our friends Canadian Geese – I love the fact that the population has invaded their waterways and land and they just go about their business. They take full advantage of our gardens to bed down a nest, puddles and drainage ditches full from rain or even traffic doesn’t bother their daily routine. Love it! They have no sense of time what they need to do to fulfill their needs of the day.
There were several ideas I worked on for this week but nothing that excited me. Today, January 29th, it was a windy, cloudy, humid, balmy 67 degrees and so I strolled the yard to see how the garden was wintering.
There among the dead remnants of last summer’s colorful splendor, I found hope for the coming spring. It seems the tulips have peeked out to check out the situation for further growth. The site brought immediate encouragement that in spite of the crazy weather — up and down temperatures — the renewal of spring will come.
So, my friend, take a deep breath and relax, the gray blustery, non-snowy winter will serve it’s purpose and move on at the insistence of spring’s arrival.