Could be this is it. Now that winter has thrust upon us one more big reminder of who's in charge, maybe---and I'm saying it quietly---maybe this frigid, minus-degrees day signals the end.
It would be nice.
I am so ready to get into action with spring projects. During winters here, life as I love to live it is put on hold. During winter, the key ingredient to making it through the long, dark months is patience. I've never been a patient person but have had to learn. And, I'm getting better at it, most of the time, but I don't enjoy its necessity for so long every year.
Each year when winter goes on too long, I always think ahead, figuring that next year I'll plan wisely so I can get out of here. Well, it seems like the mice, the men and Marianne always fall short. I haven't gotten out of here, except to go to Coeur d'Alene, to Clark Fork, Bonners Ferry, Priest River and Spokane.
It's nice to go those places but they're nothing like the desert or anyplace where the sun shines and grass grows rather than snow.
Well, with this "just maybe" approach today, my desire to get out of here will dwindle and completely disappear if the weather does improve and warm up as I'm hoping.
This is a place where our patience is tested beyond belief because in North Idaho all things weather-like last a long time. Sometimes people say living in North Idaho is like being pregnant. The discomforts go on forever it seems, but once the newborn pops on to the scene, all the pain and misery are forgotten.
That is so true of where we live. One beautiful day will obliterate mountains of grousing and moaning. Winter around here seems more like an elephant pregnancy than a human in its interminable nature, so when spring finally pops out, I'd bet that we're probably the happiest people in the Universe.
Who would ever want to get out of here? That's what we start thinking and saying when spring springs forth. And, we maintain that attitude until about October when we're still enjoying beautiful fall days but gradually dreading what's ahead.
For now, there's no dread. We know that the reason for getting up every morning with a smile on our faces, knowing that we'll be toiling or putzing outside until dark is coming soon.
I love nothing more than playing in the dirt, manicuring my lawn, watering plants, pulling weeds, walking through the fields and the woods with our dogs, taking horses to pasture and watching them race off bucking and kicking halfway across the field----that is life as I love it. When spring comes, we've got six months of those moments ahead.
And, maybe . . . just maybe it's coming soon. If it doesn't, you can count on some grousing, moaning and wishing I were somewhere else.
It would be nice.
I am so ready to get into action with spring projects. During winters here, life as I love to live it is put on hold. During winter, the key ingredient to making it through the long, dark months is patience. I've never been a patient person but have had to learn. And, I'm getting better at it, most of the time, but I don't enjoy its necessity for so long every year.
Each year when winter goes on too long, I always think ahead, figuring that next year I'll plan wisely so I can get out of here. Well, it seems like the mice, the men and Marianne always fall short. I haven't gotten out of here, except to go to Coeur d'Alene, to Clark Fork, Bonners Ferry, Priest River and Spokane.
It's nice to go those places but they're nothing like the desert or anyplace where the sun shines and grass grows rather than snow.
Well, with this "just maybe" approach today, my desire to get out of here will dwindle and completely disappear if the weather does improve and warm up as I'm hoping.
This is a place where our patience is tested beyond belief because in North Idaho all things weather-like last a long time. Sometimes people say living in North Idaho is like being pregnant. The discomforts go on forever it seems, but once the newborn pops on to the scene, all the pain and misery are forgotten.
That is so true of where we live. One beautiful day will obliterate mountains of grousing and moaning. Winter around here seems more like an elephant pregnancy than a human in its interminable nature, so when spring finally pops out, I'd bet that we're probably the happiest people in the Universe.
Who would ever want to get out of here? That's what we start thinking and saying when spring springs forth. And, we maintain that attitude until about October when we're still enjoying beautiful fall days but gradually dreading what's ahead.
For now, there's no dread. We know that the reason for getting up every morning with a smile on our faces, knowing that we'll be toiling or putzing outside until dark is coming soon.
I love nothing more than playing in the dirt, manicuring my lawn, watering plants, pulling weeds, walking through the fields and the woods with our dogs, taking horses to pasture and watching them race off bucking and kicking halfway across the field----that is life as I love it. When spring comes, we've got six months of those moments ahead.
And, maybe . . . just maybe it's coming soon. If it doesn't, you can count on some grousing, moaning and wishing I were somewhere else.
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