This time of year I have been snuggled up in my home all warm and toasty. For the past four or five years Joe would be out in the cold by himself driving the highways.
The weather has been pretty fair so far. Temperatures in the high 30’s, bright sunshine, and little wind. The roads are all clear. Texas and Oklahoma the temperatures were up into the mid 40’s.
Traveling through Missouri this morning the tree lined highways are barren of leaves.
A rock face, cut through for the highway, is lined with frozen waterfalls. Ground water weeps through the rock in warmer time and is barely noticeable. In winter the cold air decorates the weeping rock with fingers of ice.
Fields, normally verdant with lush green growth, now lay slumbering beneath a blanket of snow.
Moving through Missouri and into Illinois the landscape continues with snow covered fields. This land, however, is dotted with ponds. During the growing season the ponds are hardly seen due to the tall grasses that thrive and reach for the suns warmth. Today the ponds are iced over and bring back memories of my childhood days spent trying to ice skate. Twisted ankles and an aching bum feature prominently in those memories. Running nose and red cheeks intertwine with the aches and pains.
We have arrived in Dixon, Illinois. Too late to deliver today but we will do that in the morning then make our way to Nashville, Tennessee with a stop in Danville, Illinois first to see Shelly.
What memories do winter landscapes bring to your mind? I’d love to know how you remember the cold snow covered ground and iced over ponds.