One snowflake is a thing of beauty. Each one is a uniquely-shaped crystal, fragile and delicate.

Then too, when many snowflakes are falling, there is a gentleness in their descent, a soundless fluttering toward the ground. They form a soft feathery blanket on the tree limbs and on the ground. Quiet and still, the earth glitters in the sunlight when the snowfall is over.

Unfortunately, most of the time we get too many snowflakes at one time. They come howling down out of the sky, blown by gusty winds into an impenetrable blizzard. They pile up, crushing one another into a solid mass that you can’t walk or drive through. You are trapped in your house. You have to move that solid mass out of your way just to get out to the mailbox, much less to the grocery store because you’re out of eggs.

Then the nice snowplow driver comes along and pushes a huge pile of heavy wet stuff right where you want to get out. You throw out your back wrestling with a snowblower and shovel. And just when you think you’re done (again), the wind picks up and blows it all back onto your driveway.

I love living Wisconsin!