The seasons are changing in Saskatchewan. While the blizzard last weekend may have suggested otherwise I will not allow myself to believe that it was anything other than winter's final sigh as it makes way for spring. The potholes, rutted streets and dripping down spouts all suggest that snowbanks, large as they may be, will soon recede. I can't wait.
My tomatoes seedlings are growing away in my basement, I only hope they don't bear fruit before they can make it into the ground outside. My garden is planned. I cannot wait for new life to spring forth in my backyard. While the white landscape may have held a few weeks of magic around December 24th it now feels nothing but grey and dreary. It is time for green, for flowers, for warm sunshine. It is time for change.
A metaphorical season in the Ehmann house is also changing. It has been a long season as well. One that started of exciting and......well, magical might be a bit strong.....but has now become somewhat long and dreary. Residency is ending, just when I thought it wasn't going to......there are many similarities between this Saskatchewan winter and medical training. I am excited...looking forward to seeing a little green in more ways than one it appears.
As often happens at the end of a difficult season, the challenges faced fade. Memory has a funny way of protecting us from difficult seasons. Why else would women have more than one child....or people continue to live in Saskatchewan year after year :-). The danger of forgetting is that we fail to remember the ways in which we have been provided for throughout this season. It is hard remember the neighbour down the block and the generous use of his snow blower while you are basking in the July heat. I don't think to be thankful for not scraping my car windows in August or running out quickly in bare feet in June. In this moment, while the memories are still fresh I am thankful.
I am thankful for friends, family and neighbours. Those who have prayed for us, shared meals with us and supported us. Those who have shoveled our driveways, walked our dog and invited us over for a night of distraction. Those who have facilitated date nights and getaways. Those who have filled our freezer and cleaned our home. Those who have visited whether in person, on the phone or through skype. We are blessed.
My tomatoes seedlings are growing away in my basement, I only hope they don't bear fruit before they can make it into the ground outside. My garden is planned. I cannot wait for new life to spring forth in my backyard. While the white landscape may have held a few weeks of magic around December 24th it now feels nothing but grey and dreary. It is time for green, for flowers, for warm sunshine. It is time for change.
A metaphorical season in the Ehmann house is also changing. It has been a long season as well. One that started of exciting and......well, magical might be a bit strong.....but has now become somewhat long and dreary. Residency is ending, just when I thought it wasn't going to......there are many similarities between this Saskatchewan winter and medical training. I am excited...looking forward to seeing a little green in more ways than one it appears.
As often happens at the end of a difficult season, the challenges faced fade. Memory has a funny way of protecting us from difficult seasons. Why else would women have more than one child....or people continue to live in Saskatchewan year after year :-). The danger of forgetting is that we fail to remember the ways in which we have been provided for throughout this season. It is hard remember the neighbour down the block and the generous use of his snow blower while you are basking in the July heat. I don't think to be thankful for not scraping my car windows in August or running out quickly in bare feet in June. In this moment, while the memories are still fresh I am thankful.
I am thankful for friends, family and neighbours. Those who have prayed for us, shared meals with us and supported us. Those who have shoveled our driveways, walked our dog and invited us over for a night of distraction. Those who have facilitated date nights and getaways. Those who have filled our freezer and cleaned our home. Those who have visited whether in person, on the phone or through skype. We are blessed.
