Once again I forget my camera! Yet another cell phone pic.
This was my first Mother’s Day away from Texas. There was one year I worked for a small newspaper in North Platte, Neb. But that was one time in my 35 years. I know I’m not a kid and that Mother’s Day is a big commercial, consumer-based holiday…but it would have been nice to have seen my mom. I’m a 30-something though and seriously, you aren’t always going to see your mother on Mother’s Day — especially while chasing your dreams. Or just chasing experiences. I haven’t decided which I’m chasing yet!
Well anyway, this was a different kind of Mother’s Day. It has been bright and warm lately around South Dakota. We finally thawed out and seeing the sun again. The familiar golden undertones of sun-kissed skin have returned. The air is so fresh here. You just breathe in and it’s like bringing the purest form of nature into your lungs.
My friends next door were having a cookout and invited me over. I love any reason to be outside. But really, no reason is needed when it isn’t freezing anymore! Their land is lovely. It stretches for quite a ways and sprawls across hills. There is a creek that runs through and the water is lined with currants. We took a walk around the land and up to the hill where their family gravesite is located and spent some time clearing away plant debris. It was a nice evening and I imagine a beautiful way to honor their matriarch.
I just feel blessed to be invited to places and getting to know people here. It is a different world with so much to discover and appreciate. Even amongst some of the harder things one might expect from a reservation. But what is a definite is the strong sense of family. People at least make a point to spend time with each other even in busy times and busy lives.
I need to preface this post with: I am not miserable.
The title of this blog post simply implies that when challenged, you have to pull up your bootstraps and do the whole making lemonade thing or whatever cliche sayings you’d like. And that’s what I seem to do, week to week while making a little bit of a life in Kyle, South Dakota. Sure there’s physical isolation but most of the “bummer” stuff is the weather. We had even more snow after my post below this one. It just seems like yesterday I was basking in the sunlight and buffalo at Yellow Bear.
And taking in the sights of the Badlands…
But no. There’s more snow.
And cold. And it’s April. One thing is for sure, this place needs the moisture. Record drought conditions prove that, so in this case, the snow is welcomed I’m sure. However even South Dakota residents are ready to see a real spring. I’ve been told that this isn’t exactly normal and they have hit all-time record snowfall for April — even broke records.
I’ve said it before, but just in case this is the first thing you have read here, I’m from Texas.
I grew up in the Dallas/Fort Worth area and when winter came around, in my entire life, I’ve probably seen snow there five times. I’m 35. And even when we got snow, it wasn’t the big fluffy stuff. It was mostly ice and I remember making a miniature snowman which might as well have been called an iceman. And I sculpted it inside because I remember being sick and wasn’t allowed outside. But I’ve gone off topic. The deal is big, fluffy movie-scene snow was something I saw once. A few years back. And I was in wonder of it.
Well, the last few days in South Dakota I’ve experienced a whopping 24 inches of snow.
Yes, this is my car.
I’ve never seen this much snow in my life. And guess what? It’s supposedly spring. This crazy weather broke some kind of record. We have been snowed-in for the last few days.