As I sit here with my coffee and a bowl of grapes its snowing outside.
I really do think that Mother Nature has to show Old Man Winter
who wears the pants in the family
She has indulged him long enough and its time to stop.
I realize its only the end of January
and spring is still almost three months away
and yes, I chose to live here
and yes, I love living here
and yes, I do enjoy the snow
and yes, we do have beautiful winters
but when I step off the shovelled pathways to the shed, the wood shed, the garage, the garbage shed
(or lose my balance, because those pathways are getting narrower and narrower)
and step into snow past my knee-high boots, past my knees for that matter
I say enough.
Monty has to step off the pathways
where he is not allowed to poop (though sometimes does anyways)
and tries to crouch high enough in the deep snow so that there is a bit of space left between him and the ground or risk a poopy butt. (great mental image eh?)
I think even he says enough
In the last two days my husband and I have accumulated
a total of 6 hours shovelling.
Six hours out of our lives that will never come back.
The snow banks are higher than me in places.
He says enough.
The days are getting longer
Sunset this evening is at 5:03 precisely
by the time the longest day comes around all this snow will be gone.
But where will it go?
The irony is that we have to hope for a slow melt and a late spring
because it's going to be a muddy mess
That goes without saying
We have four seasons here, green, yellow, white and brown.
But this year's brown season is going to last forever.
So Old Man Winter, stop sticking your tongue out and saying "Nyah, nyah you can't get me"
We say enough.
(old man winter picture is not mine and was found on Yahoo Images linked to this blog)