grateful sighs

 I swear I could hear grateful sighs as I shook today’s accumulation of snow from the limbs of the spruce tree. Huge clumps crashed onto my head and down my back, my boots filled and some snuck up my sleeves. Oh yes, it f’n snowed again and will snow again tonight! 

Wait! What happened to waxing poetic about the neverending beauty of the day? It was on hold today as I shoveled the back deck - again. I could hear the snowblower at the front of the house. But the snow was light so it wasn’t as much effort as the other day.

Otherwise, the day was unremarkable in a comfortable sort of way.

“Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.”

~L.M. Montgomery