I live in the southeast corner of Pennsylvania (a little town just north of Philly), a place where you expect Mother Nature to show her capricious side. But this year the good lady is outdoing herself. This winter is like a two-year-old in need of a nap: cranky and intractable - yet so beautiful you can't stop looking at it.
Usually, I love snow. I understand the hardship it imposes on so many and I sympathize with them. I really do. But I can't deny a guilty sense of glee when Mother Nature lets loose and shows who's in charge. When I hear people complain about all that fluffy white stuff, I just smile, keep my mouth shut and think keep it comin'. At least that's how it's been in the past. This year I'm ready to join the legions shaking their snow shovels at the sky and shouting, "Enough!"
It's a classic case of too much of a good thing. And nothing is immune to that. There's nothing so good you can't have too much of it. The book you never want to end - what if the author didn't end it, but kept going on ... and on ... and on ... telling you everything you thought you wanted to know, leaving nothing to the imagination? That decadent dessert you never get enough of - what if you did get enough - and more? How sick would you get? What about ... I could go on ... and on, but there's no need. I'm sure you can think of plenty of examples.
Back to the snow: I've looked out my window at a beautiful snowy landscape long enough. I'm ready for a different kind of white out there. I'm ready for the dogwood blossoms to appear.
7 comments:
Sandy, I feel EXACTLY the same. We don't have snow anymore, but we've had it for weeks and weeks, and now we've entered the grey phase, which is depressing. Everbody is thirsty for spring to begin!
Beate, I know what you mean. At least we won't take spring for granted this year.
We've had two weeks of snow - with more than 20 inches accumulated. Today we had sun and it was pretty sparkling on the snow. Still waiting for the roads to clear enough for buses to get through. A couple of days snowed in was nice - I was ready to get out of the house. At least we kept electricity this year.
Sandy, I grew up in your neck of the woods (Germansville, which you may never have heard of) but I don't miss the snow one bit. You'd laugh if you heard the Houstonians the past few weeks complaining about the harsh winter here in Texas.
Tessa, 20 inches is an impressive amount. Since I have family in MO, I always keep track of the weather there and I know you've been socked a couple of times.
Kay, I don't know Germansville. There's a section of Philly called Germantown. I love thinking about how places got their names. Germansville and Germantown are pretty obvious, but are you familiar with the little town near the middle of the state called Jersey Shore? Sounds like wishful thinking.
I grew up in the midwest and loved the snow--I was a kid! I didn't have to drive! It's pretty to sit inside and look out the window.
Now we live in Texas and I am so glad we seldom have snow--but I do love to love at the photos. Lovely!
You're right - driving on snowy roads is no fun, no matter how pretty it is.
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