Rain? Snow? Foggy weather? Your guess is as good as mine

Sometimes I wonder about the weather. Have you ever noticed the days when you are looking forward to a nice brisk walk or a saunter out along a canal, or lake or perhaps a puddle of melted snow that has caught your eye, the weather always seems to know and prepare a nice welcoming rainfall (cold rain that is!) or ice or something of this genre of winter weather. Another case of deceitful weather is beautiful blue sky with the sun shining in all its splendour, enducing you to come out and enjoy it in the middle of a foggy winter. But once you step outside you realize you've been set up! Ambushed! Frigid air breezes your face and makes its way in a raviging way to the depths of your bones yelling "victory" because once again you fell for the masquerade, are unprepared, and now too far to quickly go home and dress appropriately to enjoy the inevitably frigid day. But I guess that is the nature of winter. Oh! Better yet, the day begins unusually warm, warm enough to run around in those clothes you have been desperately waiting to wear since the end of the previous summer. So you put on the clothes and take an adventure enjoying the warmth of the exotic breeze. Halfway through your saunter around the melted puddle the temperature dramatically drops 40 degrees and once again yells "victory" [emphatically this time] because not only has it gotten you, but it has conquered! Meanwhile you whimperingly drag your icicled summer outfit (with you inside of it of course) back to your freezing home whose window's you left open because it was so beautiful; deceptively beautiful outside. And yet in the midst of it all, within days, even perhaps hours after the dethawing is complete, you contemplate back on the wonderful time you spent outdoors. What is it that would make us feel like so? What is it about winter that drives some of us nuts with gloom while others are nuts with glee? Thoughts to ponder...

So, enjoy the pondering. Until next time, over and out from Over Yonder.



P.S. These little beauties were hiding themselves in the backwoods of a historical site in Tennessee. While others were fixed upon soaking as much historical buildings as possible, I took the road less traveled to a quiet brook and voila! There they were! At least the sun shine and flowers in this photo depict an actual warm summer day.