Why, thanks for the complements on the new header. That is in my front yard--we had 4 candy canes in the front garden but now we're down to three--either the wind or snow knocked one over and it is buried beneath a drift. My decorating skills are paltry at best, our lights are crooked and falling down. At night we have nothing on our neighbors who evidently read the tutorial on Hanging Christmas Lights 101. Our lights look so pathetic that I'm kind of embarrassed to turn them on, but it's too frigid to go stand on a ladder and try to fix them. And we're so far back from the road that only our few neighbors can really see the lights, they're mostly turned on for our own benefit. But honestly, there's not an ugly spot around our property right now, except just beside the driveway where that lazy dog pees yellow splotches because he doesn't want to be troubled to jump through the drifts.
Unless I get lazy, which is what happened yesterday. You see, in Wisconsin, it's smart to pull on snow pants, boots, coat, hat and mittens if you're heading outdoors for any length of time. Common sense--keeps you dry and warm in the snow. But I presumed Mr. Furry-Lazy-Bones (AKA "Jax") would pull his usual Holy crap it's freakin' COLD out here--I'll just whiz a little by the edge of the drive where they plowed a path and then hurtle my body weight towards the front door so this crazy lady can let me back in the house. Naturally the little monster decided to mess with me when I eschewed snow pants and grabbed his leash.
He took a running plunge into the nearest snow drift, dragging me behind him. Within seconds I was in snow past my knees--at least a 3 foot drift--wet, cold and irritated.
Fast forward to 5:30 this morning when I got up early to watch the meteor shower. (Have you ever seen one? I never have until this morning.) I pulled on an extra fleece, snow pants, coat, hat and mittens over my pajamas. I stood on the driveway looking at the starry sky, marveling at the vast beauty and mystery of space and God and the universe. Mr. D let the dog out and he made a beeline for the edge of the driveway, peed, and sprinted straight back to the house. I had half a mind to grab him by the collar and drag him into a snow drift.
The meteor shower was a neat thing to see--I'm glad I made the effort. Granted, it felt a little spooky to stand in the silence and watch the occasional blast of light flash past in the sky. The experience gave me good time to meditate, pray and be still. The night sky is so beautiful, yet I rarely take time to give it my full attention. Imagine if you looked at it several times a week--how familiar it would become, how much more you'd notice about it.
Spill it, reader. Do you look up?