This global warming business is tricky. Maybe we need another name for it. The trend may be towards warmer, but along the way we’re getting a wider range of hot and cold, more extreme weather, more violent storms. Here we are in the week before Christmas with a foot of snow on the ground. We’ve had early snow before, but not this much this soon.

But this is New England, and we still do have seasons. Life is not the same year ’round, and I consider that a good thing. A week ago, I was out in the woods cutting and splitting firewood. This week, I can’t get there. Well, I could put my snow shoes on and get there, but you can’t split wood with snow shoes on. Now the focus is on clearing the driveway and keeping the stove supplied with the wood I cut earlier in the fall.

To everything there is a season. A time for splitting wood and a time for burning wood. A time for putting up garden fencing and a time for putting it away. A time for mowing lawns and a time for shoveling walkways. God has made everything good in its season and if the outside temperature is 5, as it was this morning, and I have no great desire to go out, isn’t it time to get some of that accumulated paper filed or thrown away? Isn’t it time to be thankful for a warm house and a good book?

I know there are places where the weather is always pretty much the same. I feel sorry for the people who live there. Most of all, I am thankful for the variety of four very different seasons. I will be bored with snow eventually and then spring will come, but now it’s the snow time “deep, and crisp, and even.” Right now, who would want anything else?

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