So, I’m out shoveling snow this morning around 7:00. The night shift from the nearby seniors home is just out. One of my neighbours wanders by.
Wishes me, “Merry Christmas”!
Now, that is a great way to start the day! On Sunday!
Easter is now past and I think I would add, “Happy Easter.”
The conversation then continued. . .
“I bet you didn’t think you’d be shoveling snow again.”
“No, I wasn’t counting on it.”
At this point we both finished that thread of conversation. I guess we have had over a half year of winter and enough has been said.
I look forward to the changing of seasons. As in my life, change sometimes happens at a rate other than the expected. Some days I figure grief and sorrow are past, and a weepy day arises. Not that life will not change, just that a bit of snow still is falling.
And the snow waters the ground of a new day. I look forward to green grass and new possibilities.
God knows best!