It snowed for about 36 hours this last weekend. The snow was light and fresh and was covering everything. We got about 9″ of the white stuff.
For a short time, the world was quiet. Peaceful even. There is something very comforting in watching it snow. For me, it causes me to slow down and enjoy the stillness. Silence. Fresh.
But, under that blanket of white there is a yard that just makes me cringe.
I can honestly say this is the time of year where I just think the NW is plain ol’ ugly. The trees are naked. The grass isn’t green yet. Everything feels grey and cold, not to mention sopping wet. The snow helps hide this dreadful scene.
With the snow, the yuckiness is gone. It just goes away. It can be avoided, put off, ignored. The ugliness is replaced by something beautiful, divine, perfect.
So, while the snow lasted, I avoided even thinking of all the work that has to happen in the yard before Spring arrives. Now the snow is melting quickly and the sopping, rain soaked ugliness is returning.
Avoidance is no longer something I can hold on to.
I am just gonna have to do it.
I think of winter as a cleansing time, getting rid of the excess dark green that’s been sunburned by the long days of summer. Sure, it isn’t pretty but, nevertheless, needed by this world of ours.
The ugliness does produce a beautiful “rebirth” every Spring. Getting through the dreary months, it is the reward of a refreshed world that we look forward to.