the quiet....

the chinook is over,
the snow has been falling for a day now and the ground shows no sign of the warmth of just two days ago
everything is white
i have never liked winter, so cold and icy..
but this year am trying to change my own mind, something i am seldom good at doing...

when the chinook blew and the air felt like spring i was elated
but in my heart i knew that no matter how much it felt like spring...

it was not spring
it was a trick
cold was coming again
winter was not retreating yet

and so as my head raged with the chinook migraine and tried to make me hide in a dark room, i ventured out
i would not miss this short warm interlude
and everyday that i went out in a tshirt and jeans, and a pointy hat
i knew winter had lost....    that day
as i sat on the deck, in a chair that i refused to put away in the fall,
and drank a cup of hot tea...
i laughed

it may not be spring, but it reminds me that spring is coming
and every warm day is one less day for winter to rage

and then the snow began to fall...
and fall...
and this morning when i opened the door to let the dogs out ~ it was all back
all the snow that had been claimed by the chinook had been replaced
by a new fresh white fluffy layer
and i noticed something

the quiet

it is like somehow the snow has hushed the earth,
at least this tiny part of it...
and i sighed a sigh of relief

i could no longer see the huge hole the dogs had dug ~in the sand box at least
i could no longer see the dirt that had been showing through

everything was white, and clean, and quiet
and i found something about winter that i like
i watched my daughter throwing the new snow in the air and hollering "SNOW"
with a look of pure joy...
and i found something about winter that i like
i watched my gypsy running through the snow like a crazy thing throwing herself face first into it and rolling around like a dragon in grass...
and i found something about winter that i like
i sat at the table and drank tea with a little rosy cheeked girl as she warmed up...
and i found something about winter that i like

i love spring
all the potential for a beautiful garden...
all the anticipation of afternoons in the green grass with my littleones...
no more winter coats and ski pants and boots and mittens...
barefeet running...
sandy knees as they dig and build and create....

but i have found some reasons not to rush it,
spring will come
but right now

i have found somethings about winter that i like...