“Once Valentine’s Day comes, the worst of winter is over.”
That’s something Dad would always say in the middle of those cold, snowy, bitter Chicago winters, when we kids would complain about the cold air on cloudless days and the slushy snow that froze again into small, dangerously slippery peaks on the sidewalks.
“The worst of winter is over.”
I was never a die-hard fan of winter. In fact, the only part of the season I like is the first good snowfall, Christmas vacation, and the way the snow sparkles like tiny diamonds under city street lights in the blackest of nights. The rest, I can leave: dirty, slushy streets, bitter cold air, and short days.
I was thinking about a trip I made to the Chicago Botanical Garden one early autumn day, and I found a nice picture I took of one of the waterfalls there.
It took away my winter doldrums today, and I remembered that here it is, almost Valentine’s Day, and the month is just about half over.
Spring is approaching!
©Susan Marie Molloy, and all works within.