We were right of the edge of this one. Paralyzed the area with fear and anticipation of 12-18", but nothing really came of it - maybe 4-5" with continuing, off and on snow showers. I like snow, so I'm a bit bummed out - not that I wish for a paralyzing storm, but it makes no difference to me whether we have 16" or 6" - the amount of work involved to clear/remove it is relatively the same.
The real difference is in how long we have to enjoy the break snow often brings... an abrupt break from our everyday hustle and bustle, to luxuriate in the white blanket of serenity and the temporary sense of solitude a good snow brings.
And then there are the visuals, the re-contouring of our landscape, a blend of stark minimalism - an icy, crystalline crispness that contrasts, yet subtly compliments a gravid, fullness - a treat for the eyes which softly enhances all of the lines and curves of both our natural landscape and of the manscape which overlays our environment.
Reminders everywhere pointing out our vulnerabilities and our strengths - the tracks of all of the myriad creatures sharing the habitat with us, that is, until we come along with shovel, with blower or plow, obliterating their temporary reminder that we are not alone in this world. Fleeting beauty, a brief interlude of humility, sanctuary...
Oh well, it was good while it lasted! Time for me to break with this reverie and plunge back into reality as I ready to don extra layers of clothing and protective gear for the extremities and make ready to remove the white death, that very same substance which has induced a deeper, albeit, brief appreciation for what we all tend to take for granted...
I'm just makin' some lemonade from all those wintry lemons we've been dealt.
