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I'm as confused as the seasons

Written by Keith Whitson
Erwin Record Publisher

How many more days do we have left of “Sprinter?” I am referring to spring and winter mix, which seems to be what our weather patterns are lately. When I was a boy –– gee, have I actually arrived at the age I can use those words? Well anyway, when I was a boy, winter was winter. It would no more than look like a snow was leaving, before the next one was arriving. Inch-after inch of accumulation would pile up, often reaching porch level. This gave the deceiving appearance that the porch magically extended beyond what it did. I have seen that technique on TV with swimming pools. This, so called infinity pool, gives the impression that you could fl oat off the side of the cliff if you get too close. Well I could have dropped into knee deep snow had I gotten to close to the edge of that porch. When I was young, (gee, I’ve got to stop using that) we got snowed in. You didn’t see a truck loaded with salt, parked by the side of the road, waiting for the first flake to fall.

There was no pre-snow liquid drizzled all over the highways that would magically melt Frosty-the-Snowman’s potential family. Although we are now more equipped to handle winter now, it seems the highway workers get less practice at their job due to the weather patterns. I suppose that is why they salt at the first mention of heavy frost and repeat the process until they have created a version of snow in itself. Don’t get me wrong, when it is bad out I welcome the sight of those guys. They are amazing to do what they do, in all weather conditions and at all times of the day and night. They even scrape and salt the side road that I live on. That, along with four-wheel drive, leaves me little excuse for missing work. Those highway workers do an amazing job. (Did I smooth that over well enough? I don’t want to get left out by angry road crew members the next time it snows.)

“Sprinter” months tend to confuse nature. Flowers are blooming. Birds are singing. Trees are budding. A few years back I got carried away with landscaping. Two water gardens and several hundred shrubs later, I realized I had created a monster. This delightful hobby turned into a full time jungle. It owned me. Just when I thought I had everything trimmed and groomed….

For the remainder of this viewpoint story please pick up the Feb 28th edition of The Erwin Record.