“No matter how much falls on us, we keep plowing ahead. That’s the only way to keep the roads clear.”
And so it is in the Midwest of the U.S. Living in Wisconsin all of my life, I’ve experienced many days of plowing ahead in my vehicle or following the path of a plow. The white stuff is a fact of life. Here it can snow anywhere from October to April and, on rare occasion, in May. I don’t mind snow, except when my vehicle doesn’t want to move through it in obedience. Wet snow, the kind that clings to the pine trees, can be beautiful and picturesque, a snow that is worthy of an artistic rendering at the Louvre.
That being said, I do mind the bitter cold, the polar vortex cold. That is never welcome, not even by Northern hemisphere lifers like me.
Mr. Huberman asked us to show a scene depicting resilient for this week’s photo challenge. I thought of many things: the resilience of my 97-year old mom, the resilience of two cats having to suffer eight hours between feeding times, or the resilience of a bicycle that has to carry my bum around for miles on end.
What does make all Midwesterners resilient is having to face winter, having to brave the cold and plow through the snow. We don’t necessarily like all of this, but we carry on. We go to work. We go to church. We shop. We make snow angels and have snowball fights. We buy long underwear, wooly sweaters and thick socks. We make the best of it, we become resilient, because people who live in the Midwest know one thing…
After winter comes spring.