Groundhog, you lie. Two weeks since your optimism, Then a northeast snowmageddon. Now, this: more shoveling, base layers, And a whiteout driving home from church. From your hidey hole, Whether in Punxsutawney or under my shed, You feign to predict our meteorological future. Your shadow hath not that power! (At least consult your Farmer’s Almanac. …
Winter blues
Winter of My Content
Holiday glut ended Seems like ages ago. Now, we go back to regular life, and wait. 6:30 a.m., 4:30 p.m.: You may as well be midnight. Moon boots, snow pants, down parka — dressed for a spacewalk, And I can’t put my arms down. Snow-blower a veteran Having already twice excavated our driveway of mashed …
Inspiration on four strings
Book ‘em, Dano This past Friday, despite the monochromatic landscape offering little incentive to venture beyond the hearth, the husband and I are able to convince ourselves of a night out because of a rare opportunity. In this world there lives a young man who, with a four-string, two-octave instrument regarded as a toy in …
Ice and isolation
Snowbanked The depths of winter are a place of stark realities. Last week, winter nearly froze me in place. It works like that for those of us who live deep in winter country, literally and figuratively. Snow banks the size of Volkswagen beetles tag team against us alongside the insurmountable obstacles of our psyche. Winter …
[PAUSE]
Hi·ber·nate [hi-ber-neyt] verb: to pass the winter in a torpid or lethargic state.(Webster’s Third New International Dictionary) I am torpid. I am lethargic. The season is winter. Thirty-four days in, fifty-seven days to go. Motivation vanishes under snow and ice, and a gray malaise settles over the land. When the thermometer reads 3 degrees Fahrenheit, …
