What a Difference a Day Makes

We wake to white and—surprisingly—a snowfall warning. There’s no denying that it’s pretty, but the people who live in our neighbourhood who were unable to get up the hill leading into the community last evening might spin a tale of a different kind. Thankfully, the road is sanded and in good shape this morning. Gerry is heading down to Peavy Mart to get a snow shovel since ours are tucked safely away in a storage locker in Moose Jaw, along with the snowblower. Joke’s on us!

Honestly, I don’t think it will amount to much and it might all be gone in a few days (first snowfalls tend to do that), but it’ll make the roads a slushy, slippery, snowy mess and I’m thankful that we can stay safe here at home. Also, our first snowfall is nothing like what happened in Moose Jaw a couple of weeks ago where they got between 3 and 4 feet of white stuff and experienced widespread power outages. Laurinda and Makiya were without power for almost two full days.

Our first reaction to the overnight change of seasons tends to be Oh no! Already?! This morning I’m reminding myself that it’s happening right on schedule according to a plan that’s far wiser than my own. And all will be well.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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