There's been lots of talk lately about snow. When will it stop? When will Spring come? What's up with our governor not declaring a State-of-Emergency? Being a Maine girl, and an inland one at that, I find myself chuckling at the sudden loss of 'romance' with Maine when it comes to actually having to deal with the weather. I can spot them a mile away. Usually the folks scurrying along on all-season radials, throwing caution to the wind on the speed limit, with a two-foot pile of snow on the roof of their car. Determined and in denial, with two peep-holes hastily scoured from the ice on their windshield.
To be sure, there are many inconveniences that even I can't wait to lose. Trying to get MJ into a snowsuit is like dressing a bag of cats. And poor Hubbie has been a slave to plowing and roof-raking.
But there is a deep sense of self-sufficiency that arises when one embraces the elements. I love driving up to our home and seeing the front porch covered in shovels, snowshoes, and gas cans for the generator. I adore my kids for wanting to stay out and play under the lights, barely breaking stride even for hot cocoa. I respect the power of nature and its ability to make us stop our crazy quest for perpetual motion.
There is more snow in the forecast for Saturday. There will be more hype, more grumbling, more inconveniences. But in the end, it's Maine at its best.
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