I sit here looking out our SE widows loaded with longing — house plants and all kinds of volunteer seedlings of tomatoes from last years compost pile and January breakfast’s grapefruit seeds, endless, what we call ”Weedlings”, creeping between the somewhat more legitimate potted plants branches. Then out side the windows there are big floppy snowflakes and huge snow banks and mysterious large white mounds which are our cars (!), everything wet and just cold enough to freeze everything, and no driveway in sight!
If this isn’t some kind of a mean old visual metaphor I don’t know what it’s trying to point out to me! It seems to be the “Ides of everything” at this time of year! Whether you are an old 81 yr old like me slowed down by stiff joints or a youngster struggling to get a snow suit on, it all feels daunting and slows us down enough to make us contemplate on what’s to come.
So, whether you're an old-timer like me or a young buck let’s take a moment to reflect on what's to come and embrace the Ides of Everything. May we hold in our hearts the warm embrace of spring again and the opportunity to plant new fresh starts in the garden. Who knows what beautiful things might sprout up amidst the chaos and cold this year?
Celina, Mum
March: in like a lion, out like a lamb. You are so lucky to be inundated with all that beautiful white stuff. I’m checking in from the easternmost end of Long Island, where I’ve been living full-time for the past 31 years. Once again, we have experienced a basically snowless winter… Just 2 inches once, and it only lasted a day. if my memory is correct, it was in the winter of 1992-93 when we had 12 blizzards in a six week span (somethings that I do not believe EVER happened during my four years at Dartmouth in the late 1960s). We totaled 87 inches that winter and it was glorious.
So do what you did yesterday. Bundle up with Erik and go out for a brisk walk. And even in parts of the Northeast, where daffodil shoots were already several inches out of the ground, those hearty little fellas don’t mind being buried in snow one bit. In just another couple of weeks they’ll be getting set to burst into glorious, happy, yellow faces. We are on the cusp of springtime, and our collective yearning will have been well worth it.
You nailed the collective feeling, .... again😊