I've been sitting here for several minutes, feeling the urge to post something, wanting to say something poetic and uplifting about what I see out my window right now. But I'm not up to the task. I've seen the scene too many times in the past 3 months. Feels more like 6. And there is still white stuff coming down. If I truly had the soul of a poet, I could find comfort and beauty in the scene. Like, say something about delicate dusting of pine trees with nature's frosting. Or the silent drift of countless snowflakes blanketing the lawn, covering up little yellow flowers that no longer stand a chance at making it to summer. Even confusing the robins, making them think they returned to the wrong latitude. I wonder if robins like frozen worms. We'll find out. To show you what an optimist I am, I dashed outside mid-week, when the sun was out and the temperature hovered in the high 60's, uncovered our deck furniture and arranged it to welcome Spring in all its glory. It's like throwing a big party and nobody comes. I should know by now: you don't do a thing for spring in St. Louis until mid-April. Still, with global warming in full swing, I thought, sure, we'll have an early spring. Notice I can't bring myself around to capitalizing S(s)pring every time. It's unworthy.
News flash: These photos are outdated. The snow is even deeper now. I think I'll listen to some music, pull out some old standards, like "Spring will be a little late this year," and "Spring can really hang you up the most." Yep, I'm hung up. That's what I'll do now.
Thunder claps, snow showers, my curses, my red bud baby tree shivering, my daffodils forced to the ground with the weight of mama nature's heavy hand. Oh yeah, it's beautiful! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Hubby just stood at the window and said, "It is a pretty sight." He ran before the shoe hit him.
ReplyDeleteTime for some stew.
ReplyDelete'Fings is tuff all over, mate. We're 'avin' the same mess up 'ere. It's drivin' me bloomin' crazy, ye might've noticed.
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I felt bad for the two mallards that have come to the pond in our backyard, they waddled down the snowy hill. I'm sure they were confused by this weather.
ReplyDeleteYes, the snow was beautiful falling, and beautiful on the trees...but something about SNOW on the Bradford Pear blossoms is Just. Not. Right. Come on warmer temperatures again!
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear no one is celebrating the "beauty" of the snow. Except your hubby, Linda. To tell you the truth, I never did trust him. HOWEVER... the snow has melted and fallen from the trees and the white blossoms of the Bradford Pear trees are still hangin' in there. I'd rather be here than in Pennsylvania, Jim. I took some pix last night which I'll put up on my Facebook page in a few minutes. Interesting look at a White Night.
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