My front yard in the snow
The snow is really beautiful but each year it gets harder and harder to deal with. Last year I wrote:
I don’t think I could live without the drama of summer, fall, winter, spring. I’m sure that I would never burst into tears of joy at the sight of the first species crocus (usually in late February) if it weren’t for several months of ice and cold. Now maybe that sounds a little crazy—wanting the pain of winter to fully experience the joy of spring, but that’s how it works for me. And then Philly winters aren’t all that bad; it’s not like I’m living in Maine.
Well, Philly winters are getting a lot more like New England winters and I think I could do with a lot less winter drama. This winter (and last winter) has had a lot more ice and snow than I as a senior citizen can easily handle. So I’m trying to focus on the beauty, but it’s becoming more of a challenge.
At least I don’t have to worry about getting to work! One of the best things about retirement: Not having to go out on cold snowy days