On Sunday morning, we woke up late to a bright snow-covered winter scene. What a pleasant surprise. We’d spent lots of time listening to the radio – Metropolitan Opera – the day before, noodling around on the Internet, and rearranging the living room furniture.
But we never checked the weather report! And why should we? It had been clear and 40º outside. It was calm and peaceful. We’d started of the year right with a trip to our kehilla for services, a rare event since we don’t like driving to Portland.
So, now we wake up and see…SNOW! A rush of energy, unusual for this time of year in this climate, motivated me to sweep the front steps, though I’m convinced the snow will be gone in a few hours.
It wasn’t, but there hasn’t been any more than the 1/2 inch sprinkling that so lit up the day. But that rush of energy got me to thinking.
This is why we descendants of Northern Europeans are so hard to beat. Yes, we collapse in the heat of the summer, but we cheer up and start working – shoveling snow, sweeping sidewalks, making soup, bundling up to go outside and play… or go to war.