|Posted on 14 February, 2019 at 19:55|
After what had been a relatively uneventful winter, Mother Nature decided to stop toying with us and unleashed a series of vindictive storms. The first bout arrived at the end of January but as February took over the snow begain to pile up. The first round was a nasty mix of ice pellets, freezing rain, rain and snow. The variance in the forms of precipitation made for an interesting digging experience. My car was encased in a crusty slippery shell of glistening white. The driveway was thickly covered in the same crispy layers, causing one have to crack the surface before actually being able to shovel. I fervently hoped that the weather didn't interfere with my chores at the flower shop, being Valentine's Day, I really didn't want to add travel worries to my anxiety. Of course Mother Nature decided to thumb her nose at my feeble human concerns and blasted us with yet another smorgasbord of wintery weather two days before Valentine's. Snow, ice, freezing rain and ice pellets, then snow. a slow moving storm too, so the accumulation was quite heavy. Luckily it calmed down enough for things to return to normal the next day and I geared up for rushing about getting things ready for the onslaught of customers. Thousands of roses were unpacked, cut, dipped in hydrating solution and placed in buckets ready to be cleaned, dethorned, arranged, bundled and boxed ready for the lovers of the world to prove their affections. I sit here now, on St Valentine's night, typing this blog as my feet and back are protesting and I'm questioning my sanity as to why I'm not lying prone somewhere, chin pointing to the ceiling. It's a grueling time for a florist, as most of the chaos is experienced in just one day. Tomorrow I must go into the shop, mostly to restore things to normal and also to prepare a wedding. I don't want to go. But there's a saving grace in the fact that after work I will be going on my annual holiday trip to warm temperatures and sunshine. What gets me through the Valentine's madness is the thoughts of two weeks break from snow, ice, slush and briny windshields.
I will be escaping to the sunny climes of South Florida. I can hardly wait for the simple pleasures of seeing green plants and colourful flowers, of hearing the delightful song of birds, and most importantly, the absence of my daily commute through the slush and endless construction. I will take dozens of photos to add to my collection to paint later. I will have long refreshing walks on the beach in the early morning to recharge my batteries and hopefully by the time I return to the chilly North, Winter will be winding down somewhat and thinking about passing the torch to my second favourite season, Spring. The time when Earth renews itself and starts us on another growing season.
Blessings to you and yours.