The fog is lifting, but dampness hangs like a wet blanket on my line of life this morning. It may be good news for all those courier services. Their parcels will be delivered without weather delays as their drivers put pedal to the metal. Even the TV forecasters tout the wonderful warmth - what is wrong with them? And I've heard many people say how lovely the warm weather is. Are they nuts?
It's not May. It's December! Balmy temperatures means there is no snow.
And that is precisely my moan this day - NO SNOW!
I love the snow.
I love the cold squeak of snow protesting against every foot step.
I thrill to the gritty sound of shovels scraping across walkways and stairs.
I hum along to the beat of the 4-stroke Briggs and Stratton engine powering a snowblower.
And my heart leaps with joy when I hear the rolling thunder and feel the shudder of a snowplow as it rumble up the street, heaving great billows of white.
I love winter wonderlands. I have the luxury of simply enjoying the sparkle and crunch.
Catching snowflakes on my tongue.
Tromping through the snow.
Making snow angels.
©2015 April Hoeller