Sell your cleverness, buy bewilderment.
I'll admit it - the snow and the cold is a bit much.
This is what I know.
Can I change it?
So I shan't complain.
Not one bit.
I won't complain when my face feels like it's going to fall off when I pump gas.
I won't complain when I wade in 2-3' snow drifts that Mother Nature sees fit to rearrange
every day with the wind.
The chickens must eat.
Now, that right there is passive aggressive complaining.
Of course I don't like traveling in this weather, or the inherent danger that those I love are in
when they travel.
It can at times, be completely inconvenient and honestly, deadly.
And of course, I'd prefer a warm summer day with vine ripe tomatoes, and fresh zinnias on the table.
I really do like this too.
You know what my main thought is throughout all of this?
I mean - really? Some areas around me have had 90 to 100 inches this winter.
That's just epic.
It's a winter we'll all remember fo' sho.
I for one am impressed, amazed and bewildered at the power of nature and the resiliency of the human spirit.
Spring is coming, just as it has every year-but until then - why not just look out your window and be bewildered?
The lack of warm, humid air and dirty fingernails may or may not have taken it's toll on the author's neurological state, causing a mental euphoric state over winter. If said author of this blog keeps yammering away about how lovely winter is, an intervention may be necessary. Please approach author carefully - preferably carrying beach bags and/or packets of flower seeds. A sudden jolt of reality that there is indeed a Polar Vortex could have negative consequences.