As Georgia braces for the first possible freezing rain of the season, I have already been prewarned that it was on its way. I'm sure you've also see the warning signs around in the form of daffodils sprouting up and purple thrift on the side of enbankments. Every year I ask God, Lord, why do you let these beautiful little flowers spring up only to suffer through a hard freeze or the heavy burden of snow upon their delicate little heads? The Lord never answers. But it seems to me it happens this way every year. We have a couple of beautiful, warm, springlike days, and those little flowers get confused and think it's their cue to spring forth from their wintry sleep. It's a sure sign of some hard winter ahead.
So when the forecast predicts freezing temperatures + rain = snow or ice, everyone begins to hunker down. All it takes for us southerners to shut down is a little snow and ice. Enough milk and bread? Check. Kerosene for the kerosene heater in the case of lost power? Check. Candles to burn in the case of no light? Check. Edibles that don't require cooking in case we can't cook? Check. Ample enough supply of goodies? Double-check. Nothing worse than being stuck inside during a snow storm without goodies.
I planned ahead and visited my local library a few days ago to make sure I had plenty of reading materials to keep me entertained. I simply cannot stand to be stuck in the house without something to read. I love to read. I would even consider myself an avid reader but for the fact that reading for me comes with a boat load of hard-to-shake-off guilt usually. Because I enjoy reading so much, my mind tends to put reading up there in the same category as loafing or being lazy or doin' nothing at all. Sometimes I can get by with a few days of off-and-on reading if I am reading non-fiction because my mind files that under learning. But reading fiction? It is for pure pleasure and I am always being hounded by the inner voice telling me that I SHOULD be doing other things. BUT...when I am housebound for a couple of days due to sickness or stuck inside for even 24 hours because of inclement weather, I allow myself to read as many things as I like and for as long has my heart desires. Sometimes -- except for an occasional snack or a trip to the potty -- I find it hard to put a book down till the last sentence is read. It is, to me, an utter delight. Reading is the next best thing to traveling and seeing new places and experiencing new things. It takes me to places I've never been and might never get to go and all this happens as I sit on my comfy sofa. It transports me to another world or another time, and away from the sometimes humdrum of the here and now.
The same goes for the goodies. I always try to have snacks around when I'm stuck inside. I don't understand why my mind does this either but somehow it recognizes snacks as a bear would recognize food when it is preparing to hibernate. It is essential to have enough sugar in the form of cookies and various other carbs to allow for keeping warm (otherwise the body might not stay sufficiently warm during said crisis; I keep telling myself this). I would say timing is pretty perfect for the delivery of my recently placed Girl Scout cookie order...they just happened to arrive today! And in case you think I might be a tad imbalanced in the culinary area, we always make a last-minute run to the store to make sure we have at least two good meals to cook for the hibernation process. However, in the instance of total power shutdown, it's cookies and milk all the way (oh, okay, we might make a sandwich as well). Oh, yeah, BTW, just in case you happen to see my daughter who lives abroad, please don't mention the cookies because I ordered their favorite GS cookies to be boxed and sent south to them. How was I to know there would be a winter crisis? One box was opened and missing two before I even got in the door with them. Sorry, sweetie.
As for the lovely daffodils and thrift that at this very moment are standing guard in their silent slendor for what is ahead, I think I finally have it figured out. It's God's sign to us without saying a word. He's reminding us through these little early bloomers that winter is not over but spring will surely come. I like that. It's kind of like God's promise after a rain with a rainbow. And just like the seasons of winter, spring, summer, and fall, so are the seasons of life. Sometimes we have to hunker down and (appropriately armed, of course) face the winter of life, but we know that surely, down the road, just as the sun rises and sets every single day, the spring will indeed return, giving us hope in the form of warmth and light...
...and some lovely days to work off all the carbs consumed while sitting on the sofa visting all those exotic places...
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