Honey and Mike left Thursday to return to the mountains for an upcoming annual (pottery/woodwork) workshop they both look forward to each year. That night Honey emailed me to say it was snowing and then Mike sent me this picture yesterday with the caption: Snowed In.
I am hoping they can get out in time for the workshop. Once again Old Man Winter is showing that his “last kiss” can be a long, lingering one.
We are now down to 12 days (less than two weeks) from the “official” start of Spring on March 20. If that date sounds a little off…you are right….most of us grew up thinking that Spring arrived on March 21. Out of curiosity I read an article on this topic to try and figure out how it changed days.
To be perfectly honest…it was so over my head I am still confused about the change. It has something to do with changing spatial “arcs, ” gravity pulls on earth from other planets, varying days in seasons and years… and Jerry Seinfeld….yes Jerry Seinfeld. Science columnist, Joe Rao, added this humorous observation to his scientific research.
Avid “Seinfeld” fans might remember the episode when Jerry’s friend, George, was desperately trying to find a way to postpone his impending Christmastime wedding with his fiancee, Susan. He finally comes up with a solution:
“Have the wedding on March 21 – the first day of spring!”
Unfortunately, if George had gone through with the nuptials (and Seinfeld aficionados know why he never did…cheap stamps will get you every time), he would have been a full day late. You see, in America, spring no longer falls on March 21, instead it falls on March 20.
And to add ‘insult to injury’ we now have to ‘spring forward’ early this Sunday morning (meaning we lose an hour of sleep) while calendar, almanac, and other “timely” experts admit that daylight savings time, not only, doesn’t save time…it plays havoc with the biological body’s inner time clock. Humans always try to find a way to outsmart Mother Nature…don’t we? And then we always end up paying the price for our narcissism.
The following poem on Winter’s Last Kiss is quite beautiful.
The Last Kiss From Winter’s Lips
So soft, tender like the brush of a cloud
Gentle as if knowing time must end
The chill is gone, but memory lingers on
Though he knows spring is around the bend
He touches those limbs that comfort him
Yet he feels a distance in their touch
Like a lover who outgrew his mate
A cool breeze trembles, it’s too much
Winter feels new life growth uncovering
And he knows that it’s not his to claim
The wind picks up and a teardrop of rain
Washes the snow away in sullen shame
I have to admit, while writing this blog post on hopefully the last cold, rainy day of this week (Friday), that a part of me will actually miss winter. (Not the part of the past two months’ electric bill or my dramatic whining in Thursday’s blog on the cold penetrating the “very marrow of my bone”) …but the time I have had to contemplate life, sit before an open fire, catch up on some serious and fun reading, and rest. I have slept more this winter than any other past winter I can remember.
As much as I look forward to warm, blue bird egg-colored skies, and bright sunny days…I know myself well. I will start setting imaginary time-lines for me to get this or that done in the garden before a certain time and soon run myself ragged.
So I am thinking I need to enjoy these last few days of winter and stop long enough to thank Old Man Winter for the special time to build up strength and stamina for all the busyness that spring, summer, and fall will bring. I am blowing you a kiss and a side smooch…thanks for the blessings of rest and solitude.
Winter Is the Best Time
by David Budbill
Winter is the best time
to find out who you are.
Quiet, contemplation time,
away from the rushing world,
Cold time, dark time, holed-up
pulled-in time and space
to see that inner landscape,
that place hidden and within.
As I ran out to the car yesterday I took a snapshot of the Bradford Pear in my front yard…the buds are so full they are just about to pop wide open…(especially since they are running several weeks behind in their normal blooming season.) I have a sneaky feeling they are going to be more beautiful than ever for all the extra rest too.
And a “new” sign of spring this year is a clean street…void of hugh piles of branches and limbs from the recent ice storm. This is a “first” on our street in several weeks. Sure hope all the neighbors have finished cleaning out their yards….so nice to see a normal street void of “stuff” again.
So until tomorrow….there is a reason for every season you gave us Father. Let us become more conscious of what each season offers and use it to the best of our abilities to live productive and generous lives.
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh