As I sit here typing, we are experiencing our first snowstorm of the season.
To say I’m depressed about the snow is a HUGE understatement.
Even though it has been a long six months since our last snowfall, it doesn’t seem easier going through these snowy times again. Sometimes I wish I lived in a less-snowy climate.
The cold, bitter wind seems to blow effortlessly through this old farmhouse’s window-panes. Snow drifting across the fields and our long, dirt driveway make traveling a nightmare. Our barn across the yard is barely visible through the snow globe-like conditions outside. I dream of living in a place where snow is a rarity, sunshine and green grass an over-abundance.
Isn’t it funny how the seasons of the year can be much like the seasons of our lives? Seasons of joy and peace and warmth (Spring, Summer and Autumn). And seasons of despair and dread and hopelessness (Winter).
Spring, the promise of better times ahead. Green buds popping up across the landscape, sweet smelling blossoms covering the apple trees, and the almost-forgotten patches of grass appearing beneath the fast-melting snow. The sun shines differently during these Spring days. Cheerfulness permeates through the mud puddles my kids splash in.
Summer is a season of joy and warmth that I greatly anticipate each year. A much-welcomed reprieve after months and months of cold. A promise I look forward to each year. Barbecues, roasted marshmallows, late nights outside catching lightning bugs, camping, giggling, new memories. The heat and humidity, while harsh at times, are anticipated and quickly remedied with popsicles and playing in the sprinkler.
Autumn means crisp air, sunny days, and sweatshirt weather. The perfect weather. Not too hot, not too cold. The hours in a day are spent in bliss. Leaf piles, laughter, hot cocoa, and pumpkin-everything. And preparation. Preparation for the hard times ahead. Canning, stocking pantries and wood rooms. Autumn is the foretelling of times to come. A shadow that passes too quickly before the first snowflake falls.
Winter. In our part of the country, Winter is filled with snow, frigid temps, ice, and months filled with longing, waiting for warmer weather. For those of us with kids, Winter comes with hats and boots and gloves and snow pants and thick, warm socks, and layers upon layers of warm clothes multiplied by the number of kids in the house. Large amounts of time spent getting kids ready to head out the door, large amounts of time spent getting kids unthawed.
And just when we think we can’t possibly handle another day of staring at the frozen tundra, when our sanity reaches its breaking point, the world around us melts and is reborn. Spring.
Without the cold, hard seasons of our lives, we wouldn’t be able to fully appreciate or be thankful for the sunny, easy seasons.
During the good seasons of life it is hard to remember that, yes, the tough seasons of life are going to be there, whether we want them to or not. The hours in a day melt like a popsicle on Summer’s pavement. The seasons shift effortlessly, methodically, rhythmically. And even as the bright, warm seasons will turn dark and cold, the dark, cold seasons will eventually turn bright and warm once again. We just need to hold on a little bit longer.
Hope is just around the corner.
So for now, I will embrace today for what it is, because no matter how much I sit and pout, today is still today. The snow is still going to fly. The wind is still going to blow. At least today I am one day closer to Spring.