In my part of the country, the
seasonal change of spring is marked by a date on the calendar rather than the
warming breezes of a new season. Longingly I have been checking my garden for a
few sprigs of chives that might bravely peek their heads out of the cold pack
of ground. No chives yet and I am sure they wisely know that winter might not
be through with us yet. And, boy howdy, how right they are. This week we were
slammed with a ferocious storm that virtually shut down our entire region. Even
by our standards, this one was a doozy. Thunder clapped and lightning snapped
as sleet sliced through the air. Skeletal trees were covered with an ice
coating that made everyone shudder in sympathy. Wind howled and played the ice
covered branches like out-of-tune xylophones. Chunks of trees and ice shards
fell like shrapnel on houses, cars and streets. Walking was a hazardous
endeavor with ice under foot and falling debris and sleet from above. Snow blanketed
the wreckage with a deceiving quilt of white. Power lines snapped, crackled and
popped as they struggled to stay in place. Thousands were without electricity as
brave linesmen battled to restore the broken lines.
Once again I was amazed at the
resiliency of most folks in this area. Not once did I see a fist raised toward
the sky, the government or the power companies as folks battled the elements.
The TV crews aired many stories of disaster and each interviewee told a story
with essentially the same three elements: 1) This is what happened. 2) This is
how we are facing the challenge and 3) It could have been worse.
One woman told about the loss of
a huge tree in her back yard. With tears in her eyes she shared how many
memories the tree held for her family over the years. She also shared that her
husband was struggling, not because he just had back surgery, but because he couldn't help his neighbors clean up the debris. And then the punch line. “It
could have been worse.”
A young man told about a large
tree that gouged a gaping hole in his apartment building and knocked down nearby
power lines. After checking on the well being of his neighbors he shared, “We’ll
get this mess cleaned up and do what we can. At least the tree didn't rip the
whole building in half and we are all safe.”
The emergency management team was
activated and the spokesperson declared with confidence, “We are a state that
knows how to handle this kind of disaster. We are prepared to meet the
challenges of mother nature and will do what it takes to keep our citizens
safe.” No weeping, wailing or hand wringing from this team. Pull up your boots
and head into the wind.
A news reporter stood outside in
the driving rain/sleet/snow and gave his latest weather update. “Roads are closed.
Street crews are doing what they can to clear emergency routes. Travel is not advised
unless absolutely necessary. And only one half of my body is coated with ice.” That’s the spirit, young man. No namby pambies
allowed. Citizens of this state know that the weather can change within
minutes. We are not strangers to tornadoes, blizzards, ice, sleet, wind and
wild temperature swings. We accept it and we prepare for it.
So, as I grieved the loss of huge
chunks of our beloved front yard trees and grumbled about the addition of more
school days at the end of a very long semester, I reminded myself that my
flashlights were filled with fresh batteries, my cupboard had plenty of
food and my thermos was always ready to go with hot coffee.
It could have been worse.
Here is a dessert that tastes like spring, even when the weather outside is frightful.
Strawberry Cream Dessert
Crust:
2 1/4 c. graham cracker crumbs
1/4 c. sugar
1/2 c. margarine, melted
Press into 9x13 pan.
8 oz. cream cheese, softened
1 c. powdered sugar
16 oz. frozen whipped topping, thawed
1 pkg (3 oz.) strawberry gelatin
1/2 c. boiling water
1 c. strawberry yogurt
Beat cream cheese and powdered sugar until smooth. Add 1 cup whipped topping. Spread over crust.
Dissolve gelatin in boiling water. Let cool for 10 minutes. Add yogurt and 2 cups whipped topping. Pour over cream cheese layer. Refrigerate for one hour.
Top with remaining whipped topping.
Love it - pull up your boots and head into the wind. That's exactly what the farmers are doing. Good ol' South Dakota!
ReplyDeletePrairie Power! Thanks for sharing :-)
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