In C. S. Lewis’s classic book The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, the land of Narnia is under duress: it is always winter and never Christmas. As winter drags on this year, I feel the same way.
In Michigan, we enjoy all four seasons and in about equal proportions. According to the calendar, winter lasts ninety days. However, this year our winter weather started sooner, piled snow deeper, inflicted frigid temperatures, and lasted longer. Everyone I talk to is anxious for spring. Even people who claim winter as their favorite season, look forward to warmer weather.
A couple weeks ago enough snow melted to where our deck was bare (aided by my snow shovel – an act of desperation on my part). On Facebook, I asked about setting out our patio furniture. The answer was “no.” They were right, of course, and I was rushing spring. Winter will remain with us a while longer.
Yet as I wait for spring to arrive, I focus on the future and forget the present. In some ways, I’ve placed my life on hold, squandering today as I wait for tomorrow. I need to stop doing that.
I took this picture of our neighborhood snow pile on Monday. On Tuesday it snowed some more. Today the temperature is above freezing. I’m declaring an end to winter. And even if that doesn’t happen, I won’t waste another day waiting for something better to come along.
[This is from the March 2014 issue of Peter DeHaan’s newsletter. Sign up to receive the complete newsletter each month via email.]