Don’t misunderstand me – I value and do find God in the beauty of creation of our world. Especially on the Canadian Prairies, there is the seemingly never-ending vista which proves God’s expansive love. One can gaze with awe and reverence over the rich, dark earth during spring seeding, the sky-blue flax blossoms and brilliant yellow canola in the summer, the flowing, golden wheat fields in the fall, and the crisp, white snow sculptures refashioned daily by the winter wind.
Yes, even in winter, when other people seem to think that the prairie landscape is boring, we who live here delight in the blue, sunlit sky pouring over the vastness of the fields, with hoar frost and sun dogs to decorate the horizon and the constantly changing scenery. Cross-country skiing, snowmobiling, skating, tobogganing – all delights of the season.
But really – I think we’ve had enough! It was early November when the first snow fell, and though the snow itself was light and fluffy (none of that horrible, humid Eastern stuff), it didn’t seem to stop – four runs at shovelling that one day!
And here today, the first full day of spring, not only has it continued to snow until records (and some backs) have broken, to add to a gradually building cabin fever among the population, this morning most of the highways in Southern Saskatchewan, including the TransCanada, were closed because of ice, wind, and snow. Things aren’t looking good for tomorrow, either. It’s a little difficult to accept “all things in moderation” when the snow is higher than the picture window!
I fear for the survival of my tulips, daffodils, lilies, and sanity.
We’ve had the Arab spring; now we even appear to be seeing a Vatican spring; so . . .
Dear God, thank you for winter. We’ve appreciated it for five long months now. Do you think you could create us a Saskatchewan spring?