It’s been over a week since the snowstorm of 2014 assaulted Boone County, and now the January thaw is well underway. We are well into a winter like we used to have when I was growing up in central Indiana. Below zero temperatures and heavy snow used to be the norm for our part of the world, but for the past several years we have been living in a moderate winter zone. I’m expecting two or three more heavy snow events for our state, along with at least one more bout of subzero temperatures. Hey, I might as well put in my two cents’ worth. Maybe I will predict the weather better than our overpaid weathermen on TV. I was in happy land as I peered out the window at the snow as it began piling up. I only wish that I could have been out in it so that I could experience it firsthand. A few years ago, I would have been preparing to depart into the frozen tundra soon after the last flake had fallen. There is nothing so silent or still as the out-of-doors after a heavy blanket of snow has been laid down. Even traffic becomes less annoying as the snowfall muffles the sounds of cars and trucks as they travel down the road.
The beautiful red bird (cardinal) stands out like a beacon of red against the backdrop of the snowy landscape that God has painted on his canvas. The squirrels are beginning to scamper about in search of food that they stowed away when the sun’s rays still felt warm against our skin. Later this spring trees will begin to sprout through the thawed soil, thanks to the hard work of those furry little varmints. I don’t believe that they really intended to help reforest our woodlands, but had merely forgotten where they had buried some of their treasure trove of goodies.