The scrape of the metal blade on the snowplow clearing the streets has replaced the more desirable chirp of the robins that used to be heard outside my window.
The tree branches so recently bursting with autumn colors are now covered with a blanket of snow…but are also beautiful in another way.
Smoke curls upward from chimneys — a silent testament that the house is warm inside. Must also be well insulated as snow is not melting from its roof.
I hear people on their walks greeting each other with “Cold enough for ya,” instead of the recent “hot enough for ya?”
It is all part of life in the Midwest and the season changes keep us from enduring the same old, same old.
As one who has lived here all of my life, I can’t imagine a climate of always warm weather and sunshine. Would that not be boring? I met a woman who lived in New Mexico one time. She boasted they had sunshine 360 days a year.
I looked at her in stunned silence. I could not think of a thing to say. But now I can.
No snow day for the children in school where they could stay home, no traffic tie-ups on Chicago’s expressways and no need to scrape windshields of cars parked outdoors overnight.
Christmas is over and our thoughts turn to spring in the not too distant future.
After the long, hard winter, no thrill for her when the weather warms up and the birds return, that first warm day we can emerge from our homes without jackets.
A warm April shower, the aroma of fresh-turned earth as people plant their gardens.
Fireflies at twilight with children running around with fruit jars trying to capture them, the sweet smell of the honeysuckle hedge coming into bloom.
I doubt if anyone living in such a climate ever penned the words, “What is so rare as a day in June?” It could only be written by someone who had experienced the joy of such a day in the Midwest .
I felt no envy of her. Only sadness that she could not experience the happiness we do here at different times of the year.
If you work or travel outside, your outlook will differ from mine, I’m, sure.