With the effort of an elephant trudging through knee high mud combined with the determination of an Olympic athlete, I don my winter gear and step out into a once-in-a-lifetime, Pacific Northwest Snowmageddon! I have set my goal at walking seven miles a day and I will not be detoured by twenty plus inches of snow.
Completing a few laps, the numbness has overtaken any rational reasoning and my mind is aimlessly drifting towards thoughts of warm beaches, sandy, azura blue waters and swimming with my sea creature friends. Pausing to adjust my Snowmageddon gear, I look down carefully tucked under this gigantic tree, out of the way of any snowdrifts, is the start of something new. Daffodils are pushing their way up. I would’ve missed them if I had not stopped to “adjust” my gear. Right here in the middle of this artic frozen landscape, they are growing and in due time will produce one of the first glorious signs of Spring.