Well, it seems that Old Man Winter feels he has a bit to make up for around here. After hiding away for the early part of the season, he has been busily dumping truckloads of snow on us for days.
Living in what’s known as the Snowbelt it’s not like we don’t expect it. When it decides to snow here it can be quite serious about it, virtually anytime between October and May. Yet, trudging home through calf-high powder last night on my way home from work, I was struck by the acceptance and adaptability of the people who live here.
We actually pretty pretty much have to; cocooning at home is fine, but you can’t do it for six months. The unpredictability of the winter only means it must be business as usual. We take to the roads through whiteouts with the same alacrity and purpose as we would on a clear summer day. We dig out drives and clear off cars without complaint.
But on the bad days, we’d all be fibbers if we didn’t admit to daydreams of springtime. We look wistfully ahead to the time when we can bound out of doors unfettered by layers of heavy clothing. We think of having extra time each day without the sweeping, shovelling and bundling, of coming home to drinks on the deck, of not wondering when we set out in the morning if the roads will be closed before we come home.
So for all of those thinking spring, to those thinking of birth and new beginnings, here are some delightful illustrations to get you through:
iCLIPART.com Spring Illustrations
