Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Expecting Something Good

February 1st

One-twelfth of another year – gone forever! If you read my blog posts regularly, you know that I am much attuned to time – especially the way it moves so quickly. And seasons. I love the changing of the seasons. For that reason, I could never live in a place where every day is the same. I enjoy wondering what it’s going to be like tomorrow and the delight or disappointment of finding out when I awaken. Sunshine makes me happy. Snow makes me happy. Dreariness and rain – not so much! But we take the bad with the good, and appreciate the sunny days much more after a few cloudy ones.

We all know life is much happier when we’re always expecting something good.

Some would say we’ve been lucky this year not to have had much snow, but I’m longing to wake up and look out the window to find that my world has changed overnight from a drab, dreary landscape to a glowing white scene from Dr. Zhivago. Just for a day!

Last winter, it snowed and it snowed and then it snowed some more. I loved it, even though I’m criticized often for saying it.

“You wouldn’t love it if you had to go out every morning and scrape ice and snow off your windshield, and then fight icy roads and crazy drivers to get to work!” say some. But I let it roll off and continue to revel in the beauty of the season that’s full of surprises.

When my son was in third grade, his teacher asked her students to write a book of “Winter Poems.” She wanted a dozen or more, complete with a table of contents and a cover. This was difficult for my son. He was no poet, nor did he have any aspirations in that direction. His first love was baseball! In the week that he had to do the assignment, we heard a lot of grumbling as he sat at the kitchen table each evening after dinner writing and struggling to find rhyming words. A time or two, he became angry and shouted, “I can’t do this!” Or worse. But he finally pulled it off. The project was finished and it wasn’t half-bad! His teacher wrote “Nice work!” on the first page of his booklet. We were proud of him... and when we told him so, he beamed.

When I think of his accomplishment, I always remember this simple poem above all the rest.
I woke up this morning
And felt something in the air
I can’t describe it, but it was there;
I ran to the window and looked around
There it was –
Snow on the ground!

On this page, his teacher wrote, “Isn’t this true?”

I’m expecting a nice surprise like that before winter is over! How about you?


Anonymous said...

Well I don't like the snow like you but I sure like the way you write about it. Theis is so good! I love the poem your son wrote. Cute. and his teacher was write.. it is 'so true.'

Janet said...

such a cute post peggy. you write so well. keep it up. Janet said...

Always expecting something good. what a wonderful way to live if you can. good post peg. charlie

Jim said...

Very nice peg. Your son must have gotten some of your writing talent. Jim

sam said...

another snow angel. good post peg. hope you get your wish. sam

Anonymous said...

This is so cute peggy. You son was smart for the third grade. very good poem. and good blog post.

Susan said...

What a sweet little poem your smart little son composed! He must take after his mother. Love this a lot. Susan

Drema said...

You and mom should be together talking about snow, she has always loved it too. She dorve in snow and ice from Heizer Creek to work, and never complained about how bad it was. I also like snow, and I drove to work and never missed because of snow. It is one of Gods creations and all things He makes is for the good of all people.

Peggy~ said...

Amen! I'd love to talk to your mom sometime. She is one of the sweetest ladies I know!