What the heck, I may as well write about the snow. It’s been one of the snowiest winters in Pennsylvania history and I can officially add surviving a Nor’ easter to my list of experiences.
I’ve decided that snow is much prettier when you don’t have to shovel it. (pretty sure I’m not the first one to come to this brilliant conclusion)
It could be my imagination, but I think even the stone lion who keeps watch over my front porch was distraught about the second snow storm in less than ten days.
Winter winds whipped through my summer paradise.
I’m not sure exactly how much additional snow we got this week. My best guess is 8 – 10 inches and it was easily a foot or more at the bottom of my driveway courtesy of the snowplows.
My shovel buckled under the weight of the snow. It’s amazing I didn’t as well.
It’s been the kind of winter that makes people wonder whether or not they can make it until spring, but they can and they will.
The events of the past few months have reinforced that we can’t control what challenges and difficulties will be sent our way, but we can control how we choose to handle them. It seems snow storms are a little like life storms.
They are challenging and sometimes unexpected, it can feel like there’s no end in sight, but there is always the promise of spring. The only way to get through them is to have faith and believe that you can.
