We just got back from a visit with family in Maine. The weather was messy, rain on snow, huge mounds of snow (plowed by our son.) Unlike in the urban areas, the snow is still white, not covered by the grime created by endless traffic. Being in the house with family feels good on days like this. We were glad that the heavy snow stayed farther north in ski country We arrived to crows cawing and it was somehow reassuring to hear them. At night, it was foggy and we couldn’t see the stars I so love to watch when it is clear. But I know they are there.
The brook running in the field was flowing briskly but there was no flooding where we were though we were hearing of problems in other places. We left before the freeze set in again and returned home to find most of the snow gone in our area. What a contrast within a couple hours drive. This time, I find myself missing the family there.
We are getting more rain at the end of the week. So it goes. No philosophical thoughts about weather now. Just collecting experiences.
Fosdick thought for the day: “Companion of the companionless, inner source of strength, comfort, and fortitude, deep well from which living waters rise, be with us today.”