To hear the TV and radio noozies tell it, today’s snowstorm is just too awful, too fraught with doom and disaster, to bear thinking of–which doesn’t stop them obsessing about it.
So, yeah, just now, here in Noo Joisey, it’s terribly cold and snowing very hard–as it has done many times before, and will do many times again. It means a bit of hardship, but it won’t last.
I look out my bathroom window, where there’s a maple tree whose branches almost touch the screen. Despite the nasty cold snap we’ve been in, the tips of those branches already bear hard, tight little buds–this year’s leaves. In due time, according to the pattern ordained by our Creator, the buds will fatten, open up, and be green leaves.
We have God’s promise: While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease. (Genesis 8:22)
But I don’t suppose too many noozies know that anymore.