If you have been a reader of our blog, you know how much Irwin and I love our country lifestyle; how we bask in the glow of that simpler slow home life surrounded by the beauty of nature in every season. And while we adore every moment we are able to spend there, I have to admit that returning to the country this past weekend was slightly depressing. While we were the ones who practically hearkened the plague of Snow Days that befell us this winter, we have exceeded a point of satiation and are longing to see grass, however brown or soggy it may be.
When we arrived in the country we were greeted with exceedingly muddy roads bordered by massive banks of blackened snow. Our patio, still buried in gray frozen matter, revealed the season’s wrath with our spun fiberglass table literally crushed from snow weight and the glass top of our bar precariously perched on winter’s muddled remains.
Remains of the season: Crushed
But the temperature was above freezing and although the pervasive dreariness seemed to hearken back to an early English Gothic novel, rain was on the way and with it the long awaited, much overdue disappearing act of the snow.
As promised, it rained throughout the night as well as the following day, which included our entire ride back to the city. So imagine our surprise when the alarm company called us the following morning to advise us of a power outage in the country. It seemed that the rain turned into snow and ice, devastating our entire area and leaving almost three hundred homes without power. The highly anticipated cleansing promised by the foul weather turned into an ice storm with trees and power lines down.
A Hauntingly beautiful yet destructive surprise
photo courtesy of J.Debonis
Three days have passed and we are still awaiting power restoration, which has already been pushed back four times. We are desperately hoping to avoid receiving that dreaded “low temperature” call from the alarm company and the possibility of frozen pipes as well as extensive damage.
Which brings me to my much-circumvented point: Life is unpredictable. There are so many things we have little or no control over on a daily basis. What we do know for sure is that we must embrace all that we have, hold on to our seats and hang on for the ride, taking the wheel whenever possible and ALWAYS wearing our seat belts.
Despite the length and severity of this winter, spring will indeed arrive EVENTUALLY, and with it, the beautiful, bountiful bouquet of scents, textures and colors that remind us all that life, despite its unpredictability, is spectacular.
In celebration and in anticipation of spring, a season of rebirth and renewal, we are once again teaming up with Komen CT to raise funds and awareness for and about Breast Cancer. Our pair of Pretty in Pink 4 Life Mid Century Bouquet Club Chairs in a bold hot pink floral print are available individually or as a pair, and as with the beautiful Pretty in Pink 4 Life bench, all the proceeds from the sale will go directly to Komen CT.
Help us celebrate the beauty of springtime and the gift of life itself. Please share this so that everyone can be Pretty in Pink for Life.