Piles of snow sit five or ten feet high in parking lots around town. Three feet of snow surrounds my mailbox. I don’t own boots high enough to cover my legs from the two feet of snow sitting on my grass. I wake up to temperatures of 3 degrees and it warms up to 21 degrees Fahrenheit.
Yet the goldfinches are showing bits of yellow through their feathers. The sun has been shining nearly everyday. The sky is more often than not a beautiful shade of blue rather than gray.
I remember a dismal winter in the mid-1970s that dropped many feet of snow on the ground with not one day of thaw and not one day of sun. Old ice piled on top of new ice until a walk across a bridge became a treacherous affair. Soon the protective railing between the sidewalk and the water below the bridge offered no security. One slip and tumble could drop you into the frozen water. Dodging the street traffic was safer than walking the ice.
So I’m optimistic about this winter. I’m enjoying the snow today because I will yearn for it on those extreme hot and humid summer days. I’ve sighted robins in my yard in mid-December and I’ve seen them in early February. The robins winter in Florida less time than some snowbirds in my neighborhood. I’ll stay here.