Winter arrived Monday with a vengeance. I knew that it would sooner or later, but I’m never ready for it. I’ve said and written this over and over, “I hate cold! I hate white! I hate winter!” And, more so with each passing year.
When I opened the curtain on the front picture window Tuesday morning,, I realized my images of a white world weren’t just a bad dream. It is real. Sigh. I was so hoping the snow would all be gone and the world be at least a little green or even a dirty, dead fall brown.
The world was white. The trees, the ground, and bushes were all decorated all white. Some might view it as a Currier and Ives heartwarming nostalgic image, but not me. It’s just winter …
It’s just a white world that is going to be cold for months and months. A world that will blow and drift, and I have have to do some shoveling. A world where I will have to call Kwik Start Towing at least once to get pulled out of a drift higher than Mount Kilmanjaro.
I gave into despair. It’s only Dec. 10, there will be months and months of this.
Why oh why did my ancestors settle in Michigan? They came from the “Old Country” where it was cold. They moved to Canada for awhile where it was cold. Then they moved to Michigan where it’s cold. Like come on … if you are going to move three times, get going and move someplace warm.
As I sat glumly cussing my fate of living in Michigan, a new perspective came bounding down the stairs. I have a little six-year old girl spending time with me.
Little mini Frannie jumped down the last step and exclaimed in the loudest and happiest voice I have ever heard, “Mary! It’s snowing!”
Her face expressed such joy and wonder at the white world that even I, who is the all-time winter Grinch, had to smile.
I find winter annoying. Frannie finds it wonderful. So I guess like beauty, enjoying a white world is all in the eye of the beholder.
Mary Drier is a staff writer for the Tuscola County Advertiser. She can be reached at [email protected]