Mid-May and it's snowing.
Sometimes it's way past time for Spring, but there it falls, snowflake by snowflake:
Winter Reruns.
Just last weekend we got a taste of summer; a sliver of sunburning, sunshine-summertime heat. After so many months of cold, the beating sun and throw-the-windows-open warmth feels like new life, new hope.
Yet for now,
It snows. The ground is blanketed in a half-foot of damp, clumping, perfect-for-snowballing, white, white, white. The sky is gray, for the second day.
Doesn't life hit you like that sometimes? Just on the verge of Spring, and then comes outta-the-blue, Winter Reruns.
I'm goin' along, everything's copacetic (great word, Kevin), and with the fierceness of one swift wind, the world goes cold and gray.
So for today? Today, I think I'll just wallow in it. Go make some snow angels, stomp around in my flip-flips (since the snow boots got packed away last week), stoke up the fire, sip a mug of afternoon hot tea, and make tomato-basil-bisque for dinner.
'Cause the thing is, my family in Texas is already sick & tired of the dry, hot, almost-summer days. Day after day of clear skies, TX sun beating down on thirsty, withered grass...
Sometimes, Winter Reruns help me appreciate the here & now.
Sure, the grey-day chill can be depressing...but lil' orphan Annie is right, and the sun will come out tomorrow. How much more I will appreciate the blue skies, after enduring, with hope-for-brighter-days, the mid-May blanket of snow.
I wouldn't wish rough times on anyone; of course not.
Yet when I'm hit outta-the-blue with cold, fearsome days...I cherish all the more, the dawn when finally sunlight streams in, warming, reassuring, bringing new life, new hope.
His mercies are new every morning.
Linking up with Lisa-Jo at The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Fridays.
