It has been a long and often dreary winter. For most of it, we were spared a lot of snow, but the cold and winds were biting. Plus, as is always the case, in the winter, our days end at four P.M. and the extended nights begin. But, you don’t live here if you are not prepared to confront this part of the annual cycle. It is part of your environment and it is up to you to deal with it.
Being a Mainer both by chance and choice, and a New Englander by birth, winter is kind of like the stars. Sometimes there. Sometimes not. But you always know it/they will return. In fact, as Autumn begins to decline, you may even have feelings of anticipation. You pride yourself on having the stamina to withstand another one and may even harbor some disdain for the Snowbirds that head for warmer climbs at the first frost. This, you decide, is what makes you a Mainer.
But the time between when the last oak leaf falls and the first robin appears can ultimately wear on you. Your bravado becomes a little frayed and your days begin to look a lot alike. The winds continue to blow and, as is usually the case, Mother Nature saves the worst for last and turns February and March into a mixed bag of snow, sleet, and ice. The streets (and your kitchen floor) are becoming sand boxes and everyone’s car is an unpleasant shade of brown as are most snowbanks. It is hard to think of anything nice to say.
That’s the way I was feeling a few days ago. I went to bed to snow showers, expecting that in the morning, I would be plowing the driveway…again. But, it is what it is, and somewhere deep inside, you still have an optimistic view of things to come. Very deep inside.
But, as it is said, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and that is what I experienced the next morning. Upon rising and opening the shades, I was met with bright sunlight and a winter palate of white pearls covering everything. I quickly prepared for my day, and, donning my coat and boots, snapped the leashes on the dogs and headed for our morning walk. The snow wasn’t deep. Maybe 4 inches. But it was dry powder which allowed it to sit lightly on everything.
As we walked, I found my attitude changing. My spirits began to lift. How could they not when I was being treated to a beautiful renewal of my world. I began to think again, how lucky I was to live where I could behold such beauty. A reminder that if you look hard enough and wait long enough, you will remember why you love it here. For every action. Yup, I’m a believer.