Those of you who don’t live where there are seasons; I mean REAL seasons don’t experience the dramatic here-today-gone-tomorrow of the warm summer on the deck and the empty snow-covered deck in six short months.
The laptop and glass of wine move indoors and the wood heater radiates warmth as I look out the window at the wonder of my winter white world. Sounds all smarmy and romantic, doesn’t it.
Winter reality is, well……. kinda different. Crazily slapping and cursing at mosquitoes is replaced by crazily slipping and the graceless fall on your ass on the ice. And it hurts bad.
Winter reality is doing that weird little double tap on the running board of first your right foot and then your left to kick the snow off as you climb in the car. The tricky part is remembering not to do that when you visit your brother in Santa Clara so it doesn’t look like you have OCD. Or not….. he knows me well 🙂
Winter reality is watching the cracks appear and spread like a virus across the windshield from the “sand” on the road. “Sand” that in reality is just rocks. Rocks big enough that with a little mortar could be stood up as a retaining wall. Just saying, Department of Highways; maybe grind it up a little more?
Winter reality is the greeting “how’re the roads?”
Winter reality is moonlight on snow with sparkles in the air like fairy dust that take your breath away from the cold.
Winter reality is that it will switch again in six months to a memory as I sit on the deck in my flower garden with a glass of wine.