While we’ve temporarily given snow the boot here in Southeast Michigan, I’ve watched the videos of Mother Nature’s handiwork as she has wreaked havoc on the Mid-Atlantic and East Coast areas. My friend Evelyn sent me a series of pictures from Richmond, Virginia of various stages of snowfall in her front yard and it was like watching time-lapse photography.  The massive mounds of snow reminded me of last year’s big snow event on Super Bowl Sunday, plus some of the big snowfalls back when I was a kid.  I think I’ve mentioned before about our home in Canada which was situated on a very curvy portion of the cul-de-sac, and many times after a big snow, my father’s VW Beetle would be buried beneath the drifted snow and looking like a big igloo sitting in the middle of the driveway.

Meanwhile, I keep waiting for other shoe, er … boot to drop and snow to return with a vengeance.

This morning I kind of meandered along, glad that I could linger a little longer than usual on my route since it was Sunday and I didn’t have to hurry back to get ready for work. Next, I crossed the footbridge and noted that the ice was starting to melt and pull away from the banks, but still there were no ducks or geese around.  When I arrived at the train tracks, there was the rumble of a train not too far away so I just turned on my heel and started to head back for home.

Our second sunny day in a row was meant to be savored. Both days the sun poked through the clouds and made you forget just how cold it was.  I tipped my face up to the sky and enjoyed the rays, even if they weren’t stellar for taking the chill off that red glow my cheeks were sporting from the cold air temps.  I leave you with this thought which is so apropos for today:

What good is the warmth of Summer without the chill of Winter? – John Steinbeck