We were hit with
another winter snow
a few days ago.
This was the first time
since the Ever-Patient retired
that he didn't have to commute
a long way over stressful,
snowy roads to get to work.
He took one look at the wet snow
and the freezing fog,
ran to the bedroom,
jumped into bed,
and pulled the covers over his head.
I heard a muffled shout:
"I'm so glad I'm retired!"
That makes two of us!
While Terry burrowed deeper,
I snapped some photos
from the front porch and back windows.
No need to even step outside.
Just aim my camera,
and then run to warm up by the fire.
This may be winter's last hurrah,
so I wanted to enjoy the privilege
of being snug as a bug under an afghan
with a good book and hot coffee.
It's hard to believe that Terry and I are both retired.
Where did the decades go?
I'm grateful for this time in life.
And I am grateful for the beauty
of a last shot of winter,
when the world is stripped of color
and tinted like an antique photo.
What a relief!
What a big retirement plus!
No more worries about Terry
getting to work,
when winter piles it on.