No winter lasts forever; no spring skips it's turn.
We are in the midst of yet another snow storm here at my house. I’m taking it one day at a time. No more do we recover from one storm, that we are hit by another. A little bit later on this morning I’ll make an effort to clear off the walkways around the outside of my house. We are to get more during the day so I may be out more than once fighting the battle between clear pavement and snow.
I shuffle around in the early morn drinking my good cup of hot coffee and looking out the windows. There is not much to see but the neighbors rooftops covered in snow. The tree branches are laden with white fluffy snow. Now and then you see some icicles hanging from a gutter where yesterday’s sun caused some melting. By the time this storm ends we will more than likely see an accumulation of 8 more inches on the ground.
The good news is that I don’t have to drive in the mess on our roads. Even though snowplows are out, they can’t keep up with it all. On the TV I see many stalled in traffic as they try to make their way to work. A few accidents have already occurred. Schools and many offices are closed for the day, but there are lots that have to report for work. There is no staying home for them.
I’m hanging on with thoughts that nothing lasts for ever and this too shall pass.
Spring will come again.