It’s still February, so waking up to a foot of fresh snow shouldn’t be all that surprising I guess. But really, this winter more than any other I can remember, has been a complete and total asshole. All the BIG storms seemed to hit right at rush hour when everyone needs to be out in the thick of it. There were few (none that I can think of aside from a few days last week) moments where winter backed off a bit and let mother nature be tolerable. It was a constant flurry of piercing cold, gray sludge and hellish snow. It’s enough already.
But all that is kinda obvious. Ask anyone that lives in a place like North Eastern Ohio and they will say the same thing. Winter is an asshole, and I’m ready for spring.
This morning, as I’m snowed in and grumbling about how much I HATE winter, something dawned on me. The realization hit as I listened to a neighbor curse his way through snow blowing his driveway. It struck me that almost exactly the same sounds could be heard in summer. Just replace the snow blower with a lawn mower and the cursing of snow to the cursing of the perpetually growing weeds and such.
Every season it seems is kinda an asshole in it’s own way.
When spring finally does arrive, everything will turn to mud and/or be completely flooded. (Personally, neither of these really bother me all that much…but to some people it’s worse than the snow). Ask anyone with basement issues and they will tell you spring is kinda an asshole. But it compensates all that by revealing the rainbow of life that survived the arctic winter. The grass comes back to life, trees bloom and spring bulbs pop outta the ground like magic.
But then comes Summer. Ah, summer.The harvesting of delicious local produce, bright sun and blue skies. Sounds like heaven. Come July when the temperature hits 90+ and the humidity is so thick you feel like your swimming rather than breathing…even summer can feel like an asshole. But being outside on a breezy day eating fresh fruit makes up for it.
And Fall…okay, I have nothing bad to say about Fall except that it never hangs around long enough. Fall, you are not an asshole and I love you.
And then it’s back to winter…
I guess what I’m saying is, it isn’t SO BAD. And as much as I am ready to move past winter and head into spring, winter has it’s moments too. There is nothing like sitting in the perfect silence watching the snow come down slow and soft making everything glitter.
Winter is an asshole, but it’s had it’s moments.