Pennsylvania

The First Fall

Living in Pennsylvania, I am lucky enough to experience all four seasons.  My favorite season is spring because I love to see all of nature waking up and getting ready to grow.  I also love that the weather is typically a light jacket and pants, and when it’s really warm I can break out all of my fun dresses.  I always dread when the chill comes, that bitter cold that comes with winter.  I can appreciate the snow, everyone’s favorite returning friend.

Most people like snow for a variety of reasons.  There’s the hope that school might be cancelled or delayed, which gives you those few extra hours of warm slumber.  There’s the hope that you can use the snow as an excuse to being late for class or work, or perhaps you can just not show up at all.  After all, being on the roads when it’s snowing is dangerous.  There’s playing in the snow, which includes chasing your friends around with snowballs, or maybe watching your dog hop across the white blanket that had yet to be touched.

My love for snow comes from the essence of it.  When it falls on the ground, it starts packing up on roads,  backyards and sidewalks.  I love the crunch of freshly fallen snow under my shoes as I walk over its path.  The sound of snow is so serene.  You would think that a piece of nature like snow wouldn’t have a sound, but give it a listen.  It’s almost like you can’t hear anything, and that is its sound.  There is so much going on around you like cars, people, and busy roads, but when the snow is falling you can block out all of that.  It muffles all the unwanted emptiness and fills it with soft silence.

When the snow first falls, you can see it rising on tree branches and roof tops.  It’s so perfectly white.  You almost want to run your hand along each ledge, each branch, just to see the mounds drift to the ground.  But you don’t mess up the mounds, you instead draw your gloved finger through it, writing out your name.  Or maybe you are glove-less, and instead you dare to drag your finger through the chilly snow.  Afterwards, you shake off the wetness, and blow warm air into your hands, attempting to warm every frozen finger.  It doesn’t matter how cold you are, it was worth it to see your name appear on the snow, only to be covered up by fresh flakes.

Billowy mounds of snow

The snow falls onto everything you are wearing too.  Not just your jacket, where the snow clings to every thread, but to your face.  It falls softly onto your nose, and soon your eyelashes.  Every time you blink little flakes move with you.  They soon melt, only to welcome more onto the little hairs shielding your eyes.  The snow covers all of your hair, lightly resting on it until you decide to shake it out or tousle your locks which only soaks the flakes to the hair even more.

The sad part is when the snow turns to slush, and the roads are a sloppy mess.  The roadsides are piled high with mounds of muddy brown snow.  Everything becomes a little more dirty and less magical.  But, we always can remember that first day when the snow first fell, and everything was a white wonderland.  I think I should stop complaining how the weather is cold when it is snowing, and instead appreciate everything that is wonderful when it falls.

Don’t Go Towards the Light!

Living in Pennsylvania is really irksome sometimes.  Especially when it comes down to weather.  I’m not sure what it is like in other states or countries, but on the East Coast the weather is very bipolar.

It is so deceiving when the weather is terrible for a week, and then Mother Nature decides to be beautiful for a few days.  You would think this would be a good thing, but no sooner does the weather become nice, does Mother Nature snatch that wonderful sunshine-y goodness away from us.

Can I have this everyday, please and thank you?

“Ha ha, I got you now!”

I can just see her laughing.

You think that it is going to be so beautiful for a while longer, and you think, “Hey, this is the best fall ever!”  Don’t do it!  Don’t believe the rays of goodness!

The reason this comes about is that I can actually pleasantly sit on my computer without scowling at the draft that is seeping through my window.  It has been a wonderful 60 degrees this weekend, and I am sure that when this next week gets moving, it will be freezing again.  Don’t get me wrong, I love this nice weather, especially during fall.  It’s just depressing because I know it will not last.

“Muahahaha….” said Mother Nature.

I’m still trying to pretend that it isn’t November.

 

Frankenstorm Didn’t Kill Facebook (Although I Wish it Did)

Now that Frankenstorm has done it’s damage, it’s time to sit back and think about what we learned.

Wait, what?

You heard me.  I think that we can learn a lot from this storm.  For one, you can never be too prepared.  As much as you think that nothing bad will happen to you or your family, you can never be so sure.  Although my family was prepared, we never could have anticipated the water damage we received after the storm.  There were tons of leaks in multiple parts of our house.  We know now that we should expect that as a worse case scenario.

Something else that I learned, is being grateful for everything that we have.  We live in a first world nation.  We are constantly connected to the internet, our phones, our electronic gadgets, and electricity as a whole.  That’s why with a storm like this, people went ballistic.  I can’t tell you how many Facebook statuses I read, or tweets, saying “OMG NO POWER.”  The first thing these kids were thinking of wasn’t “Oh no, how will I be able to heat up food, or keep my food refrigerated ”  No, the first thing people do is update their statuses to Facebook.  Let me just quick scroll through the list of people that told me their power was off, like they didn’t know that was going to happen.  First, I would like to point out that this was a given.  We were expecting a tropical storm to hit, what did you think?  The endless virtual complaints angered me so much, I just got off my computer.  I was thankful enough to have kept my power.  It went off for about a minute tops.  So, call me biased but I think the complaining is ridiculous.  Your power will eventually come back on.  I know it feels like you can’t do anything, but maybe being without your laptop and cell phone is a bit healthy?  It allows you to talk with your family or friends, with no electrical interference.  Sometimes, good ol’ quality time can make the day go by a lot faster.

I drove by houses today and saw several uprooted trees, broken power lines, and a few slightly destroyed houses.  It really makes me sit back and realize how lucky, how unbelievably lucky my family is.  If a tree fell on our house, I know we would not be able to afford the repair costs, and I’m not sure how insurance works with trees crushing your house.  Also, if you really want to be thankful, we can look at all of the houses and cars that are destroyed, and lives that are altered because of this hurricane.  The places where the most damage was seen was obviously along the cost.  Some of these houses are either flooded, or destroyed.  Streets in New York were flooded.  Shore houses need full repair.  I think it’s a little sad that we are complaining about not being able to charge our phones.

It’s hard to compare a mountain and a mole hill.  But, I think with situations like these it makes sense.  No matter what happens to you in life, you need to learn to pick yourself up, and think of all the good things that you have in your life.  Bad things are always going to happen.  It’s all about how you deal with the situation.

I hope that the people who have damaged homes, or loss of power for days and days, will seek peace soon.  I surely wish that there was something I could do to help.  I think keeping a positive attitude is the one think I can do for sure.