No, I am not going to write a poem. I don't intend to write anything that resembles any type of genre, except a blog post!
However, I looked up from my recliner, my place for my Saturday morning routine of grading online submissions, to see beautiful snowflakes drifting through the air. Of course they are not in my living room, but the view through the picture window is beautiful.
Yes, I am tired of snow.
Yes, I am tired of cold temps.
Yes, I am really tired of my concern over the driving conditions each day as I hit the country roads from west of Pulaski to Star City to Royal Center to Logansport and maybe Kokomo.
Today I am concerned about the driving to Pyrmont when my daughter and her family live. The plan is to go there after lunch, spend the afternoon and evening with everyone, spend the night, go to church in the morning, then attend a baby shower for a friend in the afternoon. I won't be driving, but my husband doesn't like to drive on snowy, icy roads any better than I do.
But for now....I am thinking of Robert Frost's feelings as he slowed his horses to gaze at the woods on a snowy evening, years ago. Even though the hustle and bustle of life as we know it was non-existent then, I am sure he faced many struggles in his daily life. Getting home before dark. Feeding the horses and ensuring their safety in the barn before he went into the house for his own warm meal. Cutting and stacking more wood so his family would be warm and cozy into the night. Even though the challenges and concerns were different, they still existed, just on a different scale.
Here I am, worried about riding in our Ford Escape with four-wheel drive for 40 miles in a little snow. Not really a big problem. But even more, I am thinking about my life right now. Some issues have been weighing heavily on my mind lately, and I am not sure what direction they may take me. Maybe some reflection on Frost would be appropriate right now.
As I move my head from the computer screen toward the picture window once again, the scene has changed, just in the time it took me to begin this post to now. The beautiful snowflakes have disappeared to just a fine sprinkle similar to the change from Q-Tip sized cotton to a poof of baby powder.
No parody of Robert Frost's poem! Just some reflections on our busy lives, the wonders of nature, and life in general.
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