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At last I can see the end of winter on the horizon. After last week’s freak blizzard (it’s always a freak blizzard in MN unless it happens between Nov 1 & March 31…we don’t want to admit that snow at any time of year is perfectly reasonable) I was starting to think maybe it would never be warm here again. My very soul seemed encased in the thick white of a Minnesota winter. So much darkness is hard to fight no matter how hard you try. Carrying the weight of the world is a task I am not equal to (although that didn’t seem to stop me from attempting to do so fairly often).
With everything that transpired over the last year, and most of it bad…(if you want to know ask or read the archives here as I talked about most of it.) I had high hopes for 2009. So far things have not improved in the areas where we needed to see it most. The job search has become even more difficult and moving is not an option based solely on the cost associated with a relocation. There would also be the need to find employment for me and while I long, yearn, pine for greener pastures in that department I must content myself for now. We’ve had some good starts toward jobs but with so many people desperate for work it’s a battle we have not yet come close to winning. Right now he has an application in to be a civilian deckhand for the Army Corps of Engineers in Duluth. We shall see what happens there (hopefully his experience tying & casting moorings from the Navy days will count for something). My hope for the year is returning (well my personal hopes at least).
Slowly the days are lengthening here in northern Minnesota. The trees seem sprightlier & I can see my yard. (Of course looking at the yard reminds me I need to do a lot of work before I’m ready for the long heady days of summer.) The light lingers more in the west now & as night comes it creeps easily across the tall line of pines that guard my borders. The boughs make softer sighing sounds, more lulling for the descent into dusk where the calls of geese, ducks and other water fowl echo. Even the morning frost is not a headache when I run for the Jeep, 5 minutes late as always. A few swipes with the wipers & some washer fluid clear it enough so I can take off on that mile trek to the front desk.
Night time is more pleasant if still quite cool. A light frost covers the lawn which is still fawn brown. The moon has been high & clear and the scent on the air is that of late fall. The smell of leaves long dead, their ghosts still waft in the air and rustle past my ankles as I stand for just a second on the driveway. I can feel it in my bones though that the soft spring days that will renew my roses, hostas & lilies are inching, creeping, scratching their way back to me.
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