Most years, around the end of October, you can no longer
walk out your front door without some bundling up. At least the roads and
walkways are clear. The air is crisp. Not too bad. But in your heart, you know
what lies ahead.
It starts out so pretty. All white and pure, glistening in
the moonlight. So pretty, indeed.
Then – it keeps coming and coming. Soon you can’t walk out
the front door. You (or if you’re lucky, a spouse or paid neighbor child) have
to shovel a path to your car or you’ll be trapped.
If you have a dog in your family, that’s a whole ‘nother
story. Where to potty. With several feet of that beautiful white stuff out
there and short little beagle legs, where is she to go? She won’t go on the
street; she won’t go on the path. She
looks up at you as if to say, “Where is my potty area, Mommy?” More shoveling. Finally, you get a handle on
it and realize it’s going to be OK.
Oh no, more snow is coming. Another foot? Drifting? It all
begins again.
And then there’s the soot, ashes, salt and cinders that the
town spreads for our own safety. At the time, it’s a welcome sight. But days,
weeks, months later, as the snow melts and the soot is all that’s left on the
streets and sidewalks, it’s not quite that welcome. Your shoes, the dog’s feet,
the floors throughout the house are all covered with the lovely black stuff. You’re
constantly cleaning – your shoes, the dog’s feet, the floors.
But it’s not over. More snow, and the whole thing begins
again. This goes on for months and months, from November to March or even April.
Finally, maybe around mid-April, you start to feel a little
warmth of the sun. Not much, but enough to lift your spirits. By some time in
June, you feel like it’s really Summer. Some years, you may have to wear a sweater or jacket to sit
out on the deck at night. Or you may have to fire up the chimnea, but you know
it’s summer.
Before you know it, it’s Labor Day. It’s all over. The
leaves are turning beautiful colors. It’s lovely. Lovely, indeed. But you know
what Autumn means. Winter is just around the corner. And it will all begin
again.
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