January Fog

Mother Nature is certainly playing some cruel tricks on Old Man Winter this year. Last weekend, we received a layer of delightfully fluffy snow. Not a lot, but enough to encourage snowmen and sledding in the neighborhood. The outdoor skating rink had finally opened and the cold spell had strengthened the ice enough for hockey.

Yesterday all that changed. The rain came through, followed by 40 degree weather. Today I awoke to a curtain of fog shrouding the road and camouflouging the trees. No wonder we are all in a haze. Even the Canada Geese can’t decide whether to stay or go. First they headed south, albeit a few weeks late, on their annual migration. Less than a month later, they returned for an early spring. When the cold snap hit again, I heard them all fly away toward the warmer climate. I won’t be surprised if they come back soon, depending if this warm spell lasts.

Usually I anticipate the January thaw. But that is only after at least a month of cold weather and several snow storms. This year it is like winter didn’t even happen.    Now all that is left of last weekend’s snowfall are a few piles from melted snowmen

and some puddles.

All this flip flopping drives me crazy! Do I need my snow boots or my mud boots? My hat and gloves, or just a scarf? My winter coat or my fleece? At least I have options, unlike the birds whose only alternative is to travel back and forth to keep warm.

  Can they even find their way through this fog?

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A Winter Weather Poem

Early this morning, there arose such a clatter;

I sprang from my bed to see from where came the chatter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash, pulled up the blinds and threw up the sash.

And what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a v-shaped formation of honking Canada Geese!

They passed overhead, wings rapidly beating as if to warn me that winter is coming

I pulled in my head and turned around, knowing there soon will be snow on the ground

So today my task is to prepare, my family’s cold weather wear

thermals and snowpants, scarves, hats and mittens

jackets and snow boots and  other warm things.

The problem with kids is that they keep growing,

and you don’t want to be caught with the wrong size when it’s snowing.

And unlike the geese, we do not migrate

So I must head to the store before it’s too late.