(Anyone who doesn’t know what that means has missed out on the best children’s books ever written. For proper pronunciation, you should hear Arnold Lobel say it.) As far as I am concerned, we are not at the lowest point of winter there ever is. It’s not so bad in November and December. There’s still warm days, and sunny days. In January? Hah. And, whilst you are stuck in the house with people you got tired of 20 days ago, you get to be cheered by the thought that there’s only about 45 more days till the snows start melting, give or take a few weeks. That’s when you start saying “Blah”.
Yesterday looked like it was going to be different. Yesterday, the sky was as brilliant, deep, rich blue, and the sun was twice as brilliant as it ever gets in the summer. It looked perfect to be outside; a chance to get some much needed sun and fresh air. All I needed to do was toss the bread in the oven, but I couldn’t do that for about another 30 minutes. As winter would have it, it clouded completly over in those 30 minutes. But I was detirmined to get out of the house anyway. So I layered up and headed out.
Let me tell you, whoever wrote “Walking in a Winter Wonderland” never had a more than few inches. First of all, you don’t walk, especially not up-hill. You have to march, lifting you knees so you have so much snow to drag your feet through. Well, it’s more of a trudge, because you can’t possible go quickly through knee deep snow. Okay, it’s an absaloute trudge, certainly nowhere near an enjoyable, relaxing little “walk”. And it isn’t always knee deep snow, either. Because of all of the wind, the snow has filled in all the un-evenness, meaning, of course, that sometimes the snow goes up the middle of your thigh. Try “walking” through THAT!
So while you’re trudging uphill through knee deep snow, one must also be grateful that it’s a toasted 21 F. I mean, with the wind like that, you couldn’t be out in temperatures much lower than 21 F, at least no where near comfortably. And it’s dreadfully cloudy and dark, even though it’s 11 o’clock in the morning. Walking in a Winter Wonderland? I don’t think so. It’s a cold trudge through a dreary, depressing, barren wasteland. Even the birds had the good common sense to stay quiet and in shelter. “Here to stay is the newbird”? Give me a break. We usually just get a flock of starlings at our bird-feeders, and there’s nothing new about starlings, they’re a year round pest. The air wasn’t even fresh. They only difference between between the air in my room and the air outside is that the air in my room was hot and dry, and outside it’s cold and dry.
That walk was one of the most miserable walks I’ve ever taken in my life. But, there was some good out of it, as there always is. I was very, very glad to be back in the house, which is a nice change from being absolutely sick of the house. But I’m still just wishing spring would hurry up and get here!!!