I do believe my region of the planet has taken its snowy place in the weather history books as the snowiest winter on record. Fantabulous for winter enthusiasts I suppose. But even those rosy cheeked ones must be getting just a teeny weeny tiny bit tired of the endless
dumps gifts of snow.
As for me, there’s the matter of roof leaks in my kitchen and limited vision from my windows as the snow deepens, rising up past the window casings. There’s the growing craving for natural greenery. There’s the daily shuffling and changing of outerwear to inside attire ~ the continual on-and-off of the boots, the hat, the scarf, the gloves and coat.
Fatiguing of mind, body, heart and spirit for this particular Earth dweller.
Ready for spring. Ready for summer.
Meanwhile, I suppose I’ll go help chisel the icy news of our snowy achievement into our frozen history books.