I recently read of a “gentleman” in a more southerly location who chased and beat a snow plow with his shovel. He had just finished clearing his driveway and became incensed upon having his driveway socked in again. This has tragedy has also occurred to me, so I know the feeling. When I read of the incident and the article said he was 63 years old, I nodded my head knowingly: “Aha! so he’s an old geezer. That explains it.” It then dawned on me that I am 63 … and not old. It’s funny how it seems like an old number when I read it in that sort of context.
Such incidents, such as having your driveway plowed in, do not bring joy, but there is much beauty to winter. I have recently posted here and on Facebook of how refreshing a winter walk can be, for example. While nobody believes me, I offer, below, a few pictures that hopefully show that winter has its moments.
On our way to the grands, four mornings a week, we pass the high school, and a bit of the park beside the river before we make a left turn into their subdivision. On Thursday morning, I stopped the car to gaze upon the mist hovering over the river. We pulled over to the side, rolled zapped Cuppa’s window down, and she took a few quick shots right from the car. We were almost late as it was, so we didn’t have time for anything more.
It was quite lovely.
Those two pictures were once meant to be the sum total of this post: hence the title. Then, I added the anecdote at the beginning of the post before rediscovering the following photo from days gone by.
… and …one more for interest.
… and … for the fourth edit/addendum …
A significant event might occur today. They are saying that maybe, just maybe, the thermometer will rise above the freezing point for the first time since early January. Despite paying homage to winter (above), it’s very comforting to be reminded that it will come to an end. Eventually.