Old Man Winter

Considering the entire past week of school has been cancelled because of snow, ice, and below zero temperatures, I thought I’d share a poem I wrote a couple of winters ago. The poem seems to fit perfectly on this cold, icy, snowy winter morning.

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OLD MAN WINTER

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didn’t knock at my door.

He pounded and slammed,

left mud and snow on my floor.

He was bitter and cold

dressed all in white,

icy blue eyes

and breath with a bite.

I asked him how long

he planned to stay?

March? April?

Not longer, I pray!

“I love freezing rain,

sleet, snow.

I spread ice

wherever I go!”

I grabbed my mittens

got ready to play

If you can’t beat him, join him

and have a SNOW DAY!

By: Dawn Gibson

A Love Hate Relationship

I have not heard the plow yet this morning.

I know it will come.

It always does.

The snow plow and I have a love hate relationship that has grown over the years.

I was looking back over my posts from previous winters and came across this one.

I just have to laugh.

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As I have mentioned on more than one occasion, I happen to love getting mail.

This afternoon I decided that I would brave the cold temperature and go out and get the mail. I could have sent one of the kids, I suppose…but, getting the mail is kind of my thing.  I live such an exciting, adventuresome life. At this point it was snowing and the wind was blowing and I was thinking I should have pulled on a coat instead of just wearing a sweatshirt. Oh well, I live. I learn. And I freeze to death. It’s all in a days work.

After dutifully looking both ways before crossing the road at the end of our driveway, I made my way to the mailbox. Woo hoo! I got mail! After perusing my mail, I went to close the mailbox lid. It would not close. I slammed it. It fell back open. I jiggled the lid then slammed it. It fell back open. I gingerly closed it. Still not working. Now, I was becoming annoyed with my big, black, plenty of room for packages, mailbox. One more time I jiggled, slammed, pushed the door shut. It stuck. Finally, I was half way back up the driveway when I heard the mailbox door fall open. Again. I gave up…and just continued up the driveway.

The mailbox will no doubt be filled with snow or ice in the morning. Sigh.

I’ll have you know that I totally and completely blame the snow plow guy for this whole mailbox fiasco. Earlier this year, he bent our lovely mailbox in one of his plowing ventures. This is part of my blog entry from February 8th of this year….

I just heard scraping out on the road. It’s the snow plow. Probably plowing our driveway shut. Again. Oh no. This time the snow avalanche hit our mailbox and popped the door of the mailbox open. Great. So now snow can get in and make our mail nice and wet. Lovely. At least our mailbox is still in one piece. Living out here in rural America one sees a lot of mailboxes that have seen the bad end of a snow plow. My friend, who grew up here, informed me that winter mailboxes are attached to the post with a myriad number of things. Duct tape, bungee cords, an old belt….whatever one can find to hold the mailbox together. After all, who wants to spend money on a new mailbox if the plow is just going to destroy it again? Makes sense to me. Our mailbox used to have a fancy piece on top, that had our family name on it. It lasted all of 2 seconds. We found it laying in the ditch last winter. A victim of the plow.

To Everything There Is A Season

At Faith Barista*Today’s Thursday 1/30/14 Writing prompt: 
Photo Journal Your Heart. How has God been touching your heart this month? Share what you see.

It has been a bitterly cold and snowy January, here in Ohio. Some people dislike the winter months, saying that everything  looks dead. They don’t like the cold and snow and can’t wait for the warmth of Spring. I am not one of those people, I embrace Winter.  Winter is a time to rest, rejuvenate, and prepare for the months ahead. To everything there is a season.

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My morning view

My morning view

A cold January with beautiful sunrises

A cold January with beautiful sunrises

Even the stark branches are beautiful

Even the stark branches are beautiful

The quiet stillness that snow brings

The quiet stillness that snow brings

Good Morning!

Good Morning!

Trekking to church on challenging winter roads.

Trekking to church on challenging winter roads.

I love watching winter sunrises, the colors are incredible!

I love watching winter sunrises, the colors are incredible!

A snowy month

A snowy month

Cold Beauty, Again

I pulled this wintery post from my archives…… it seemed perfect for today. A cold and snowy day after freezing temperatures.

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Yes. This winter seems unending.

It has been cold and chaotic since the first snow fell on December 1.

And yet…as I stand at my kitchen window, I am amazed at the beauty of it all.

I quietly sigh. I stare upward.

White gray.

Snow blowing every which way. A blur of flakes.

Each one different. Unusual.

The scene before me resembles a snow globe that has been shook hard.

A flake frenzy.

Cold beauty.

Dogs with snowy fur.

Schools closed.

Gray sky filled with flakes.

The roar of wind.

I feel the need to snap a picture. To remember.

To pull out on the hot, sticky days of late July.

A cool memory to ease the pain of the heat.

Lord, I am thankful for this day you have given me.

And for the eyes wide open…to see your gift to me.

Blowing Wild In The Wind

Winter is here…… blowing snow, ferocious wind, and temperatures in the negative. Brrrr……baby it’s cold outside! Ohio hasn’t seen it this cold since the late 1980’s.

Wind blowing hard as I open the door. Breath catching, air so cold. Hat snug over my ears. Some hair escapes and blows wild in the wind. Legs already beginning to go numb in the bitter cold of this January morning. Gray blue sky, wind picking up snow, throwing it at incredible speed. I feel as if I am trapped in a shaking snow globe. Hurry! Hurry! Get to the barn, out of the wind. Animals happy to see me. Safe and snug.

This is a day to stay inside.

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Today I am thankful for: 

*a warm house

*warm coats, scarves, hats and  boots

*sunny day

*help from my husband to feed the animals today

*blankets

*my son talking to me about photography

*hash brown casserole hot from the oven

*cozy socks

*friends that make me smile

*loving family

*day off of school

*getting things done around the house

*watching a movie

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Psalm 7:17

I will give thanks to the LORD because of his righteousness and will sing praise to the name of the LORD Most High.

Layer Up!

Honestly, I wonder if I would have been able to make it as a pioneer woman. A self sufficient homesteader… How did she make it during the winter, in a little cabin, in the bitter cold of the (at the time) west? I know Ohio is considered Mid-West now, but you know when one was leaving from the colonies on the east coast, Ohio really was west. Just sayin’. I’d probably take up quilting. Lots of quilts.

The weather this morning is cold. When the temp is below zero, and one’s breath freezes on her scarf that is wrapped snuggly across her face with only her eyes showing–appearing to look like a multi-colored knitted mummy….well, it is just cold, okay? I was off to the barn to feed our horse. I was feeling mildly cold under my many layers, but it was a lot better than sweating. I hate to sweat. That is why I am not a huge fan of the heat and humidity of the summer months.

We got snow all day yesterday, and I see that we are to get more heavy snow on Sunday. This will call for a store run for “the essentials”, such as hot chocolate and chips and dip. Anyone can survive on that for days. I have many friends  that think I am nuts for loving Winter. I would much rather be cold than hot. That is just a fact, Jack. I can always bundle up and get warm, but I can only take so much off when I get hot in the summer, well….and not get arrested.

Everyone stay warm and have a wonderful first week of the new year!

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Seasons That Seem So Long…

The rain splatters against the kitchen window. Rivulets of water course down the pane, like winter tears.

The sky is gray and a sharp wind is blowing. This is a good day to be inside, but I keep getting drawn back to the window, to gaze out at the scene in my own front yard.

Stark, gray trees. No sign of life on them. They bend to the wind that torments their branches. 102_4421

The seasonal lake, across the road, is flat like a mirror, on the brown farm soil.

Most would say that this is a “depressing’ day. Gray, cold, and wet.

And yet, I can’t help but think of how days like this are a lot like life.

Don’t we all have days that make us wonder “the why’s” ? Days that feel cold and barren? Seasons that seem so long…

Times when tears flow like the cold rain on the window…

I continued to stare out the window. Wondering. Thinking. Pondering.

I saw my rosebushes out front. Naked and dead looking, battered by the winter weather.

A reminder, really.

Those rosebushes were beautiful back in the summer. Red, gorgeous red. They made me smile.

And they will be again. Right now they are just waiting. Waiting for the moment to arrive.

To begin again.

To bloom.

We are a lot like those rosebushes. Sometimes the struggle is in the waiting. The sky seems gray and the winds are harsh.

The days of beauty seem so long ago…and the days ahead are unknown.

But, God knows. He already knows my (and your) future.

There is stillness and beauty in the waiting period, even when it seems like it might be better to rush through it.

Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD.  Psalm 27:14 NIV