The snow has piled up. The drift between my house and the neighbors to the north is at least 4 – 5 feet tall. I’m not talking about a drift plowed there by the snow plows. No I’m talking about snow that was either fallen or blown there (by wind or snow blowers). That is too high. I’m so ready for spring to be here and to have some green grass and leaves back.
I am looking forward to my rhododendron bush blooming again. I also am excited to see how my bush fence is going to come in. I am hoping to have more lilacs this year. The endlessness of the white snow and cold winter has finally worn me out.
I backed up to leave my driveway and realized the drift between the two houses was so high I couldn’t see over it to tell what was coming in the road. That is too much winter.
I’m one of the few people who sits back to enjoy the snow on the trees, the contrast between the white snow and evergreen trees. However, enough already, I want some warmth. I want the snow to stop falling – I don’t care that it is big fluffy pretty flakes. It is still cold and will just add to that damn drift.
I look out my window both at work and at home and think – more white stuff.. can’t we have some relief from this? Outside my window at work there is a lovely giant evergreen which is picturesque. It is one of the darker pines dusted with a lovely layer of white on the branches. It looks amazing.
I want to walk up to the tree and shake its trunk hard enough that all the snow falls off. Not that I could even if I were to walk across campus to do it. The tree is too large. It represents winter to me. I am tired of winter – obviously.
I know I’ll get over this but for these moments – I just want to think of a summer breeze and the birds singing. I want to feel the sun on my face and be WARM. I want the breeze to cool me off not put me in a deep freeze.
I know I have another couple months to go before we see anything near to summer like weather.. until then I’m going to huddle impatiently under my quilt with the bright colors up so I feel like spring will come eventually.
It snowed last night. It is snowing today. We are supposed to get about 18 inches of snow overnight. I understand this is a lot of snow and that it will be compounded by the high winds we are also supposed to be getting.
I don’t understand why the news has to make such a HUGE deal out of it. Here’s the thing – it is winter. In winter we get snow which may or may not be accompanied by high winds. If you are used to Wisconsin weather then you know this and know how to handle it.
It doesn’t make a lot of difference other than I might have to leave earlier to get to work. Or worst case scenario, I get to stay home and sit in front of the fireplace because there is too much snow for me to get through on the roads. Maybe that is best case scenario… look at that I’m 47 (well almost) and I’m hoping for a snow day…
It is winter and in Wisconsin this means we don’t need to be overly dramatic about a snow storm that sweeps through. Yes we need information – like when is it going to hit, how much, driving conditions and so on. We don’t need sensationalism that will cause panic – or in my case annoyance.
I wrote all of this above while comfy inside my work. Then I walked out to my car and the wind nearly blew me off my feet. It is hazardous out there but at the same time we don’t need the drama we just need facts.
Today is errand day for me. I’ve got an appointment and I’m running errands after that appointment. Then when all the hassle of those errands are done I’m going to write. I have this week off and I’m hoping to get a lot of writing done.
Christmas was bearable. Thankfully no extra drama. It was wonderful to see my brother at a family function. It was also nice to have a fairly quiet day with the family. I had some lovely conversations with two of my nieces and some others. Those sparkling moments made the day but I am glad it is over. The anxiety of the day has faded.
I look outside my window this morning and I have a white overcast day with white snow on the ground and except for the stark gray/brown of the trees, deep green of the evergreens, and the houses I think it would all be white out there. The bare trees stand out against the white like sentinels demanding we pay homage. Father Winter is definitely in his prime.
We are past Mid Winter now though so the days grow ever so slightly longer each day. We have just a minute or two more of daylight every day to encourage us to keep looking forward. This is Wisconsin though so who knows how long winter will last….
The girls are back in Georgia with their 50+ degrees for temperature and much milder weather. Wisconsin got hit last night with a snow storm which includes snow, rain, and crappy roads. I look out my window and see cruddy weather. Yet I’m not discouraged by it. It is just weather and if we wait a bit, it will change.
The gray, gloomy day makes me want to curl up in front of the fireplace with my laptop and complete quiet. I’d love to be working on my story and ignoring the world. This time of year though the world seems to think we should all gather and celebrate. The weather seems to be saying hibernate but society demands we gather.
Today is the shortest day of the year. It is meant to be a time of letting go. Winter allows the world (at least in the northern regions) to rest from the growing season. It also allows us to rest. In our ever moving and constantly busy lives we rarely take time for ourselves. This is the time of year to do it. The weather certainly seems to be encouraging us to snuggle in for the duration.
Darkness, physical darkness, dominates this day. When most people look at darkness they attach a negative label to it. Darkness to them represents evil. To me though, darkness represents time to reflect on what is within me. It is a quiet peaceful time meant to hear that inner voice. To let those deeper questions surface so they can be examined and maybe an answer found.
For some people this is the time when they catch up on sleep, snuggle in to do nothing, go skiing or snowboarding. For me it is a time of reflection on where I am now, where I want to be next year, what I’ve accomplished, what I want to accomplish.
The older I get the more I appreciate these quiet times, the time to let go of the expectations of others so I can focus on my own expectations. It may sound selfish but now instead of putting my family’s needs and desires first, I am looking at my own. It is my turn to be first in my own life and work towards my dreams.
It’s funny how dreams are. I know that there are people out there who want to do big things. I don’t necessarily. I want to tell good stories. I want my daughters to be happy. I want to lead a quiet fulfilled life. Not big dreams but definitely worthwhile…
Old man winter breathes his cold breath and covers our land with snow. With ferocity, the snow blows across many states and pushes humanity into hiding. With the fierceness of the storm, I’m happy to sit in my office and watch the tree sway and dance with the north wind. In moments of quiet the snow looks almost beautiful but then the wind picks up again and whips it around like a wild fire. Though it hasn’t happened yet, the temperatures are supposed to drop below zero today. My fireplace will help keep the frigid cold at bay.
Somewhere on our street, a mere mortal attempts to slay the winter dragon with a snow blower to clear the deposits of old man winter. The north wind laughs at his foolishness for he will just blow more snow to replace that shifted away.
On days like this I’m grateful I don’t need to go out. I can sit in my cozy office with the furnace blowing hot air on my legs. I can wander to the fireplace and enjoy the flickering, fiery flames dancing in defiance of the north wind.
Hopefully once this all blows out, no one will be seriously hurt and winter will calm to the less ferocious state it normally employs.
Winter has definitely come with just having cleaned out from one storm and another on its way. This one promises to be several inches – they are calling for up to ten inches depending on where you are in Wisconsin and how the storm tracks. It sounds to me like a good day to stay in the house, sit by the fire and relax.
Leaving work the other night in the middle of the snow coming down, offered a bit of a challenge. Most people were doing what I call the winter waddle – widen the stance and shorten the step. Small steps to make sure when you put your foot down it doesn’t go whoosh out from under you.
A white cold blanket of snow covers most everything now. There isn’t any sign of green or brown peeking out to remind us autumn just left. Old man winter has definitely come for a stay. Temperatures have dropped to the damn cold range. Life has to go on though. I still have to go to work and earn a living. I have to run errands and get around. It is just a matter of leaving more time and being cautious. Oh and hoping the other idiots on the road are willing to do that too.