The parched and barren earth contrasts with the blue sky above. Two trees stand, one with leaves and life, one leafless and likely dead.
It’s Autumn (or Fall, if you prefer). The change of season. Preparation for winter’s long night of cold and snow.
I hope we get a winter full of gentle moisture. No ice, no foot deep (or more) snows, no sleet showers, nor black ice. Just some frequent cold rains, some low to medium depth snows that can even be frequent.
We need the moisture.
The ground, deep down, is parched and lacking water. It needs double-digit inches of moisture to make up for a couple years of poor rainfalls, and one incredibly deep drought.
So, I’ll not grumble much if I have to constantly shovel snow. All I need to do, should I start to complain, is think back to the parched earth, and then be thankful for each snowflake, cold drop of rain, or even the ice.
I remain hopeful.