snow?

Now that's a 

what used to be the 

holiday view!

Minnesota lends itself stereo-typically to snow, ice-cycles & all things winter. Wrapping up the holidays with family, this is usually what I can expect to see...lots of snow & ice-cycles out my parents front window. For decades, there's almost always snow! This year? Well, let's put it this way...my brother stopped by on his Rat Rod Bike to let me know what a great day it was for a bike ride & I had the husband finish putting paint on the front of the garage. (He couldn't finish in mid November because of SNOW!)Ironic, huh.

ugh. I mean everything else was picture perfect Christmas! BUT, the lack of snow left me feeling somewhat melancholy. I'm one of those Minnesotans who LOVES WINTER!! And, like those who love summer, but hate the rainy days, I have been left lonesomely looking to the sky for overcast & flurries. For me, there's never too much snow for to long. Although I've been told to go live somewhere like New York, Upper Michigan or Alaska where there's a higher probability of large quantities & consistent amounts of snowfall per year. But, I love it here! I love living somewhere know as being the snow belt to Wisconsin! It's SE Minnesota is a wild card as far as precipitation. We are on a meteorological line. If it's snowing in Canon Falls, it's raining here and vice-a-versa. For me there's a serenity in each flake. So when I get to feeling ho-hum not having snow, I indulge in one of literature's my all time favorites...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

BY ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

Serenity for me with each flake...though I'm saddened looking out impatiently for the silence to come down...maybe it's just time to sleep.