The Old Man hiked up his baggy pants today, puffed up his chest and showed us he still has it going on.
Old Man Winter that is…and I love it.
Before logging on today to what I was sure would be a bombardment of negativity on social media and going to work where I knew hours of complaining awaited me, I took a little detour after the school run.
To the angels, of course. I drove to the old convent and parked at the edge of the forest. The snowy silence occasionally broken by the songs of birds sweetened the moment, their optimism infectious..I wished I could send their message to everyone today who will waste another day of their life complaining and wishing time away.
I thanked the Old Man for this beautiful morning and for filling our rivers and soaking the earth. I know a glorious Spring awaits under this pretty snowy blanket.
Happy Spring to you, Winter. Peace.