Spring’s Weather?
The weather roared in as if spring thought she were winter, dumping inches of heavy, wet snow, and generating tinges of trepidation. I feared we’d lose power, again. But, we have come through the first snowfall of the new season, safe and warm; the power has stayed on – thank God.
Many inches fell – at one point toppling my bird sculpture. I took several photos of the snow-ladened trees, and an icicled screen door.By late afternoon, the snow had dropped from the branches, and the icicles were melting.
The pictures are now ghosts of the images of beauty, serenity, and purity the unseasonable snow created.
Where does the white go when the snow melts? ~Hugh Kieffer
By late afternoon, we rustled our stumps, and cleared the sidewalks and driveway. Alas, no record of all the steps I took because I forgot to buckle on the exercise goad, my Fitbit!
This time last night, tinges of fear had colored my anticipation of the predicted storm. Spring snows are heavy, stretching power lines to their breaking point.
Losing power gets harder the older we are. When high winds the first of this month plunged us into chilly darkness, we retreated to the safety and warmth of a hotel.
A blanket of snow, perhaps up to a foot, I worried, limit an escape route to a more hospitable space. So I was a wee bit tense; especially as the news broadcasters kept reminding viewers to check on the elderly . . . and it dawned on me:
Hey! That’s us!
To the lamp of love: may it burn brightest in the darkest hours and never flicker in the winds of trial. ~Author Unknown
But, I digress.
Losing power gets harder the older we are, in more ways than one.
Odd feelings sprout
when the power goes out;
when icy rains strain
all those old power lines.
Oh! for a blast of July’s heat.
Worries make a soul long for odd comforts.
Today, safety and warmth seem more predictable. Coupled with being preserved from the troubles electric power outages generate I am living in a blessing, not an entitlement.
Just like God’s mercy and grace.
When it snows, you have two choices: shovel or make snow angels. ~Author unknown
Lord, help me remember what I have
-even when the heat and lights go – and
-especially when the power that flickers isn’t electric,
that
You are enough to see me through,
to flourish smack dab where I am.
Every Moment’s a Choice