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Winter has arrived and with it comes natural beauty

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Winter is officially here, judging by the blowing snow and swaying pines.

Snow plows are working overtime doing a little dance and ski resorts of course, are deliriously happy.

I’ve been looking forward to this, too — in a way. The Earth is sleeping and we mortals just have to deal with its winter blanket.

I’m not sure if I will shovel myself or call Darrell the Bobcat guy. They do call this wet snow “heart attack” snow, so I will wait until it’s finished coming down and make the call then.

So I reminisce about the few times I have literally been snowed in, without the option of going anywhere.

Some of those experiences were quite fun — exciting to see what the storm would bring.

White blanketed every surface, making marshmallows of fence posts, festooning power lines like popcorn garlands.

The falling snow, quiet and steady, forced me to take a deep breath, slow down and enjoy the beauty of nature.

The laundry could wait — vacuuming could definitely wait.

Right now, the wind is roaring and blowing snowflakes sideways.

Those snowflakes are huge and wet.

The plow has come by, magically creating a ridge of snow along both sides of the road, a ridge we affectionately call “The Berm.”

Berms are not really challenging unless they’re iced over, and that’s when you call Darrell.

At least we don’t have to water our gardens, wash our cars or our windows.

Rainy, snowy weather gives us permission to relax about certain things.

Like clean tennis shoes.

If these storms would come in moderation, allowing the earth to absorb the water in between, then all would be good.

Anyway, this weather is good for the economy: orthopaedic surgeons, car collision repair; tire chains; makers of Uggs, sweaters, parkas and longjohns, ski clothes, hats, earmuffs, goggles, gloves and mittens; snowblowers, skis, snowboards, snowshoes, saucers, toboggans, tubes and sleds; heating pads; Vicks and Theraflu; tissue; 3-hour starter logs; and instant hot chocolate.

But there was one time I just didn’t feel the happiness.

This was because of electricity — the lack of it.

As I remember, the power was out nearly five days.

This may not seem like a big deal if you’re just talking about lights, however, even gas heating and appliances need that electrical spark to function.

After that experience, I swore I’d get a generator — something I still haven’t done (kind of like that leaky roof — you forget about it until it’s raining and then it’s too late).

Phones didn’t work, showers were only good if you were a polar bear, and I wore gloves and boots with my jeans and sweaters.


No computers, no TV.

Heck, I could see my breath.

Yes, it’s true — I’m whining a bit here — but I do recall that the thermostat in my living room, which goes down to 45 degrees, wasn’t registering.

On the positive side, it was cold enough to keep the food from spoiling, and I got to practice my Girl Scout skills, keeping the fire in the fireplace going.

I did get to do a little reading and writing, a lot of reflecting.

In a rocking chair in front of the fire, I marveled at how our ancestors were able to live without electricity and how it’s such a miracle they survived the horrendous winters on the northern plains.

They were definitely cut from a different cloth — a stronger cloth.

They also didn’t know any other way.

They certainly didn’t know about curling up on the couch with your Kindle, while your clothes washed and your cookies baked.

OK, reality check.

Now that I’m reminded of my blackout, I think I will get a generator — just as soon as it stops snowing.

Michel Nolan appears in The Sun on Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays. Reach her at mnolan@scng.com or on Twitter @MichelNolan.


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