All in Black and White Again

Here we are all in black and white again.

It's only March 1st. No Michigan resident could have seriously believed the winter was over. And yet I think we all were hoping.

I enjoy winter. I love a good blizzard, as long as my loved ones aren't driving in it. But come the end of February we are all getting a little weary. Shoveling snow is hard work.

Today the temp is hovering a little above freezing, meaning the snow will be wet and heavy, the hardest kind to remove.

And yet it is as beautiful as ever in its monochromatic starkness. The big, heavy wet flakes are descending on us. They would probably melt right away if it weren't for their sheer volume. Hour after hour they will come, until a number of inches have accumulated.

Well, time to enjoy it yet again, and even this may not be the last snowfall of the season. We could have another, even two, even three. Or it may be the last. We never know in Michigan. Every year is different.

Perhaps that is why some say living in a cold climate helps produce character. We have to accept. We have to endure. And realizing that we never know what tomorrow may bring helps us place ourselves in the hands of God. It's true not just for weather but for our very lives.