March 22, 2016
The time traveling period of year is and continues to be unrelenting and unremitting. We weathered the winter storm, the first of spring with another on the way for the end of the week. It was a gentle storm, but a tempest none the less. None of the cold and howling of January storms. No this was muddled, moderate storm, of significance mind you. In fact it seems the winter we missed, is now at hand. Or roaring inn like a lion.
The up side is that the sun is balmy, as we waffle from spring, winter and back to spring, proffer Vitamin D compulsory for bone health, in copious quantities. If only it would overtake, and compel winter and to bring to a halt. The city is yet to waken, as the citizenship is out and about shoveling themselves out of driveways and ditches. Quiet and blue skies abound. The cathedral in place pinning the sky in place.
Ice pellets were finally overtaken with an accumulation of snow that was significant. With the snow plows and shoveling to prove it. The backyard is now full again, and where there were hopes of rhubarb and tulips,’ we are back to square albeit winter one. There is a different and additional, crimson alert for wet and messy is at hand. At the height of the storm Lucy accumulated snow, coming back to the door covered in the white stuff and pleased with herself, and having had a snow bath once again. She stood sentry duty as well as, in the yard to supervised the neighbors‘.
Only one short city walk as we watched the SUVs whirl way to speedy on the city streets. The drivers under the misapprehension of management and direction of the gas fired beasts. White is the new fashionable color for automobiles, replacing the gray of yesteryears. Both colors difficult to see in the winter storms Four wheel drive assists in acceleration, not control of the wheels while in motion, I have gain knowledge of by the whirl of the websites. Thus you go out of control faster but because of airbags you may survive the smash.
So OFF we go, minus the long undergarments we think, as it is the season of spring, to shovel ourselves out to cultivation, and divination. You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with courage and with the best that you have to give. Eleanor Roosevelt Lucy P, and Moi