I have never made a secret of the fact that I love the snow. I have made that point loud and clear more than once to anyone willing to discuss the weather.
In the fall, I wait excitedly for that first snowfall; like a child awaits Christmas morning.
I love the pristine look of new fallen snow, the quiet beauty of a gentle snowfall, the serene peacefulness of standing outside after dark and letting those tiny flakes fall around me.
I love to watch the driving snow in a hard wind, blowing across open farm fields and bringing back memories of childhood.
I love to stand outside at dusk and watch the glistening white turn to gray and then blue in the setting sun.
But, I have to admit, I am sick of it this year.
It has been cold, bitterly cold, with wind chills well below zero. Weather advisories have been the norm this season instead of the exception.
We have another today — lake effect snow that could bring as much as 10 more inches by Tuesday noon.
As I stood this morning, coffee cup in hand, looking out the living room window, I thought how beautiful it was. Light snow gently falling to the earth, covering up the dirty snow that had begun to lose it’s pristine quality.
And even as I admired its beauty, I was wishing it was gone.
I want to go out and walk; to work in the garden; to open the windows and let fresh air blow away the stale, heated air inside.
I want to see the beauty of God’s flowers, the bright green of newly budding leaves, the sun sparkling on the lake.
And I want the deer to get past this winter and survive.
I have posted pictures before on Highways and Byways of the deer that come to our feeders and clean out what was meant for the birds.
In that post I mentioned one that was lame, walking on only three legs with the fourth hanging loosely. She has gotten this far and still comes to feed, by herself, as she has done since we first noticed her. She has grown and can now put a little weight on that bad leg.
But this year we now have another lame one that has one back leg hanging loosely. The deer is small, only half the size of its mama, and has a very hard time working its way through all this snow.
These two have captured my heart, and whether I should or not, I have prayed that God would take care of them, sustain them through each winter and each hunting season.
I have prayed with clenched fists each time they leave the woods across the road and venture out to reach our feeders. We have had two close calls this year with cars and panicked deer that have run the wrong way and nearly gotten hit.
So as I stood this morning, sipping my hot coffee, with all that going through my mind, I also found myself wondering how many times I have wished for another time; whether back to good times already gone or forward to warmer weather and sunshine.
I mean, really, how much time do we waste thinking of and wishing for another time, another place instead of concentrating on the moment at hand?
For me probably way too much.
But I still wish it was spring.
Blessings for your day.
© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2014