A friend recently said that Montana snow was better and that our snow was ugly. I've been to Montana during a snow storm and when she said this I failed to note the difference. Now however, after----
having lived through a couple of weeks of iced over parking lots,
hours spent shoveling the driveway (multiple times) yet still being trapped at home because the snow plow hasn't made it up our street yet,
dealing with crazy drivers,
and putting up with frog kissing politicians who'd rather save a tadpole than salt the roads to save a human life.....
...I think I get it.
Montana snow is colder, and part of the lifestyle and landscape. It isn't inconvenient, non-negotiable by wheeled things or subject to stupid laws. In Montana they know how to live with what nature throws at them and realize that to stop it is no easier than holding back the tide.
So as I let the tide have it's way may I say, that---
I can't help it that I love the sight of a black and sparkling white world that frames a Sapphire sky.
I get a kick out of observing all the little bird tracks in the snow and softly laugh to myself at the circles the deer have made around all my empty planters.
The sound of pure joy made by children sledding down the street makes my stomach jerk with an unformed shout of my own as I recall the many times an inner-tube and a hill have beckoned me.
Sitting in a window picking out snowflakes to follow to the ground and watching where each unique, solitary, flake softly offers it's mass to deep snow, hypnotizes me.
Building a snowman is just like riding a bike, if you haven't done it for a while it feels wobbly at first, but quickly comes back to you.
Messy piles of shoes, gloves, scarves and slippers in the foyer are unusual adornments there, but I like the ambiance they create, so they stay as long as the snow stays!
Snow cushions on the patio chairs look soft enough to sit on but I think I'll stay inside with my hot cocoa and crackling fire in the fireplace.
A warm house, wonderful husband and a sweet doggie the color of pumpkin pie with whipped cream are things that I count as great blessings.
I realize that I am able to enjoy the snow because the Lord has blessed me so abundantly and that for others the cold and wet is truly a hardship....for them I pray warmth and to God I give thanks.....for the snow and the tide.
