Where are those Geese?

We are in a bad Spring snow storm---
It is so windy that the visibility is zero---
I feel like I am reliving, "Little House on The Prairie", with extreme blowing snow-

Son #4, the city worker just called. He is on a snow plough in town and advised me to stay home, as he is having trouble seeing the roads-no "Ubering" for me !

It will be "an indoor exercise" on that Dreadmill day--
Perhaps the good Lord knows that I'm not ready for tip -toe-ing thru the tulips--in summer clothing, and that just has to be the reason he is prolonging winter---
He must be giving me another chance to " get my act together"--as my Mom used to say to me!

-so I will dream of what shall come--

drink water---shovel more snow-

-decorate my own soul---plant my own garden, as Veronica Shefstail said in her poem, "Comes the Dawn"--
But--- I REALLY WANT TO SEE THOSE GEESE FLY OVER--because, that means warmer days---
Where are they?
Lord love a Duck!-