Twenty inches of fresh snow, 3-foot drifts and small white mountains, higher than I can lift my shovel – that’s winter in Maine. But to see the summer hydrangeas – looking a bit ragged around the edges, I admit, but still – bravely lifting their elegant heads toward the sun is enough to sustain hope that Spring will come again!
Snowbound days like these are good for reflection: considering where we have been and where we would like to be.
To help put you in the right frame of mind, I recommend Ellen Goodman’s final column, “Letting Go,” in which she says, “it is never easy to know that right moment to step into the next stage.”
“After 46 years of deadlines” she continues, “it is time to take in some oxygen, to breathe and consider.”
The snows will melt soon enough. No need to hurry our decisions. The back steps are icy and I would not want to slip. The future holds good things. No need to nip them in the bud.