The unseasonable snows are the big picture, and we are not the artists. We are part of the canvas.
Our ancestors used to divide the year up into two parts – the light and the dark. The light would be summer, which began at the Vernal Equinox (Springtime, Mid-March) and end at the Autumnal Equinox in September (Fall). Midsummer is now called “the first day of Summer” in June, even though the Sun is at it’s peak and the days begin to grow shorter.
Winter would then begin at the Autumnal Equinox (Mid-September, Autumn) and end at the Vernal Equinox in Spring. Midwinter would be marked in December, on the day now referred to as the first day of Winter. And thus the year would turn.
So, even using this logic, the snows are out of season. But not for Upstate New York! Back in 2002 we had snow on May 18.
Don’t worry, it will melt in a couple of days. Get your kayaks ready!
The snow is beautiful, while the timing is inconvenient. But it’s a reminder that we are a part of nature, we are not the main part, just a small part.
In a few hours a snow storm can wipe out the power for thousands of people. A flood can destroy neighborhoods. A tornado can wipe out a town. And people hate it and curse it. But yet, we fund billions of dollars for war, and war wipes out millions of lives, and we just keep funding it.
Who are the savages here? Mother Nature or humans?
So while the snows are troublesome, they remind us to slow down. Appreciate life. And understand that we are a part of the big picture, we are not the artist.