By Maryanna Gabriel
It has been a day of breakfasts. I looked out the window, and the ground was green. My weather report. No worries, I was headed off the island and into town for some much needed items and a precious back treatment. Besides, I had snows. By 10:00 am I was in a white-out surrounded by cars pulled over with lights flashing. The trouble with the west coast is the slick-wet under the snow.
Will confess. I prayed.
Got great service everywhere I went because... nobody was as idiotic as I was. Made it to a friend, daffodils in hand, who will be dying shortly, (MAID) for I did promise I would come, and thanked my lucky stars. She is so compromised she could not turn her head to see the thick flakes falling outside her window. Daffodils and encouragement for her in place, once on the ferry, I met an old acquaintance who told tales of cars jack-knifing, as I relayed my highway travel was a slow 40 mph. We, in the west, do not do snow well.
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| Roses in the snow in my garden. |
Once home, I collapsed. My bones were cold. The next day, my body refused to move. All I wanted was breakfast, morning, noon, and night. No hard stuff. Okay. Done. Besides, omelettes for dinner are my fave.
On the good side, roses are blooming in the snow.
And that, my friends, is the contradiction of where I happily abide.