Former columnist for the Los Angeles Post Examiner, the Baltimore Post Examiner, and Gatehouse News Service

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Don't Let Familiarity Breed Contempt!

Okay - enough with the snow already!!

I have always loved snow - as a writer, I seem to attach symbolism to everything, even Nature's natural shifts, turns, and surprises.  I believe that nature has always meant something more than just "weather."  It is God's expression of artistry, beauty, and boundlessness.  Few people have stood looking at a mountain range at sunrise and not felt a pull towards something; have not attached a significance beyond their understanding to what they are observing.

What happens when the beauty of nature hits you in the face - and keeps on punching until you, the once-smitten observer, is bruised, battered, and exhausted from shovelling?  "I hate snow" is just not a sentence I am used to uttering.  I feel about flowers the way I used to feel about snow - I get all misty when I remember the huge peonys that will be blooming in my yard soon, if we can just make it through winter.

A neighbor's roof collapsed last week, and an ice dam that fell off our roof sheered a grand old shrub in half in my front yard.  Snow flakes bring cringes, not smiles of contentment.  Winter 2011 will stand in our New England memories for a long time.

Or will it?  Like childbirth, somehow the painful memories may disappear, and when we see the new snowflakes next year we will run out and stand in it again, happy for it's return, welcoming it's mystery.  When you love something you love it - even when it drives you crazy sometimes.  Snow, you are welcome back anytime - just spread out your visits somewhat - like any visitor is encouraged to do.