Weather Go We

I remember in years gone by, long winters of deep white snow and blue skies. Our father created a skating rink in our back yard. We spent hours playing hockey there and honing our skills on skates. I never became a pro. I was on the Church’s B league team. But it was fun. Always it was followed by hot chocolate cradled in cold hands. In later years, it was hours spent on the pristine cross country ski trails. The silence of a snow covered woods and the cloud of breath as one took in the wonder of nature.

Today winter seems out of focus. One day it feels like spring with green grass and pleasant temperatures, the next, temperatures dip to ice-age depths. Then snow, a skiff or a blizzard. Then freezing rain. Then ice pellets followed by thawing. 

Often the weather folk get it wrong. Or we weren’t in their thoughts after all. The weather teases, then laughs at us. Fog, mist, rain, snow, a glimpse of the sun, stunning sunsets, magnificent sunrises all within a relatively short period of time. How does nature adapt? How do we? I guess we have to.