I’m snuggled in tightly at home today, though it is a Tuesday and my students are sitting in their seats. We are in the midst of a spring blizzard and all the highways are closed, keeping me from being there with them. The powers that be decided not to call off school, even though the 30-40 mph wind is wreaking havoc with the 6-8 inches of snow that has already fallen. I dashed off lesson plans and emailed them at 6:30 this morning. Now, I am sitting at my computer, part of the time looking at the screen and part of the time watching the swirling snow. Every once in a while the house shutters a little with a heavy gust of wind – or is it shivering at the cold?
I really do hate the cold and the snow, but April and May storms are heralds of the coming spring. Before this storm hit, the prairie was brown and grey. Dead and lifeless. The occasional tumbleweed hurried by, dancing and froliking along to places unknown.
But hope! Sweet hope!
When this heavy, wet snow melts – and it will, quickly – underneath will be green shoots of grass, brave crocus heads, and the sweet song of the meadowlark. I am longing for green in my white world!
