Time to start think about mowing the lawn...

One day last week, I looked out the window and thought about heading out to the shed in our backyard and getting out the lawn mower. Just because. 

Of course, there were more than a few challenges to that silly notion. For one thing, I’m not sure I could even get to the shed safely. And, if I could, would it be possible to open the shed door?

Besides, a lawn mower probably would not have done much good, since 7 or 8 inches of sleet, ice, and snow were in the process of forming the North American continent’s newest glacier right in our yard. 

I am going to make a rash assumption, based on weather forecasts for the week: By the time you read this gem, the temperature will have warmed into the 50s (yes, the 50s!!!) and much of the snow will be melting away...becoming a memory better left forgotten.

A number of years ago, a fellow toiler at The Paragraph Factory would give me a hard time after we had a big snowfall in our little corner of the world. He always figured I would probably go out and shoot about a thousand photographs of snow, and then run all of the pics in the paper. As in ALL of them. 

I figure that we just don’t get a lot of big snows here in the Land Between the Rivers. Besides, everybody always tells me how beautiful the snow is. And, truth be told, they are right. The snow is beautiful. As long as you can admire it from someplace where it’s warm and cozy.

Well, as I tend to do, I went ahead and went for walks in the cold. Had to do some driving in the cold...and the snow...and the sleet...and the ice, too. Would have been nice to stay home. Maybe next time.

And, to answer a question you may have: Yes, I was out in the cold way too long during the past week. Froze my brain waves. Right along with the cold water pipe in the sink in the back room of our humble, and cold, abode. But the view out our back window was, indeed, beautiful.