“Things have their time, even eminence bows to timeliness.”

Yesterday Gracie and I went to the dump then we went for a ride. It was sunny and warm and a perfect day to wander. It was even 51˚, a gift of sorts. Last night it poured. I could hear the rain pounding the roof as I fell asleep. When I woke up, it wasn’t raining anymore. It was snowing and it’s still snowing. The lawn has disappeared. The tops of branches are covered in white. Mother Nature is not that sweet old lady who turns the world beautiful with one swish of her wand. She is, instead, the witch with the poisoned apple knocking on Cinderella’s door. Winter continues.

I don’t remember how old I was when the changing seasons made a difference. When I was a kid, they came and went and I just followed along. I liked all of them for different reasons. Summer was easy: no school and day after day of playing or bike riding all over town. Fall was back to school, but I don’t remember minding all that much. I liked school. Fall also meant yellow and red leaves all along the sidewalk on the walk to school. The days were still jacket warm. Winter was the most difficult of all seasons. We hurried to school most winter mornings. The wind was sometimes so cold my nose froze. Maybe not really but it felt that way. I’d get to school, and my feet would tingle as they got warmer. My hands stayed cold for a long while. I wasn’t thrilled with that side of winter, but then it would snow, and I loved snow. I’d watch the flakes fall and hope for so much snow everything would be covered, including the hill for sledding. I’d be outside so long I think my lips turned blue, but I didn’t notice. I’d keep going up the hill for another slide down. Usually my mother called a halt to the day. She wanted us in to get warm. I think winter taught me perspective. I could smell spring coming. The air had the rich scent of dirt, of gardens turned. The mornings were chilly but the afternoons were warm. The trees had buds which became light green leaves which would unfurl into deeper green leaves. I think the sun shined every day.

I know spring will come, but that doesn’t make me any less impatient for winter to be gone. I am so tired of the cold and the snow.  I groaned this morning when I looked out the window. 

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16 Comments on ““Things have their time, even eminence bows to timeliness.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    While you were at the dump (which is supposed to be Saturday) the snows came, delivered over 6″, took our winter fall to over 90″ and within 3 inches of the all time record from 1880 – We can do this Detroit. I wonder in 1880 who got out the horse and went and measured ?

    Beck has announced, and the Fox is on the list. Its a Saturday night in June, tickets are bought. The Tigs are on the road or we could have doubled down, seen a matinee and wandered across the road.

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      On Saturday I decided I might as well wait until Sunday as I have so many papers from that day for recycling. On Sunday I had to make the dessert for the evening’s festivities so I didn’t go then either. It is closed Monday and Tuesday so we had to go yesterday.I have decided I like weekdays as there are fewer people.

      I am rooting for you and the new record. Fingers crossed here!

      • Hedley Says:

        Excuse me but Gracie is used to her dump run on a Saturday, whats up with messing up her schedule ?

        We only need one more event to go Snow Gold, and perhaps I will start to heal from all those Gold Medals that the Dominion brought home from the Olympic Games.

      • katry Says:

        MDH,
        Gracie was happy for the ride especially since we went so much further than just the dump. She is quite an adaptable dog.

        I suspect that being the champ will change everything. I’m hoping you get snow!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    We probably started looking forward to spring when we stopped looking forward to snow which was probably when we started having to get up in the dark and drive to work in it. 🙂
    I read somewhere in an old blog that Spring moved north at 16 miles per day and moved uphill in elevation at 100 feet per day. I’m not going to do the math because I don’t speak Math. I’d also have to find someplace south of here that had some spring to move. 🙂
    There was a line in the comments of that old blog where a reader said that waiting for Spring was like waiting for your birthday when you were a kid. I think I agree.

    The town came the other day and replaced the light bulb in the street light. The lineman and I had a nice chat and we both laughed about the weird connection between my oil burner and the light. Because, of course, it could not be possible.
    Everyone on the street would have to turn on their AC, all their electric appliances and their heating systems at the same time in order for that to happen.
    Nevertheless, the light no longer goes out when my oil burner goes on and my oil burner is running much more quietly than it had been. Coincidence? I think not.

    It’s 18ºF, windy, probably precipitating something that I can’t see from here. I’ve swept the walkway twice because Peapod was due. They’ve been and gone so I’m not going out there again.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      That’s probably exactly when winter stopped being fun. I was a mole every winter: out in the dark, home in the dark.

      We have no elevation here so you’d think spring would arrive a bit earlier. It’s that ocean causing all the trouble.

      I agree with you. Not a coincidence as all the connections between your house and the lamp stopped when the bulb was replaced. I still think there must be a short somewhere.

      We are at 22˚. My larder is pretty low, but I am going nowhere. My cleaning people come today so my house will be sparkling. I should probably clean off my car, but I’m not enticed enough to go out in the snow and cold.

      Enjoy your warm house!

  3. Birgit Says:

    The downside of spring without winter: the mosquitos are back and hungry. (Out of deference I don’t mention forsythias and magnolias in blossom.)
    Magpies are trying again to build a nest close to the house. I hope they don’t breed, the last time they tried we’ve had a noisy magpies vs. crows war in our garden. I want my nesting blackbirds back.

    • katry Says:

      Birgit,
      I am pleased to say the paper noted that with some insects (I forget which) 90% have died from the cold winter and won’t be around come spring. Mosquitoes weren’t one of them though.

      My birds are trying to survive the snow. I think nesting will be late this year. I am saving my dryer lint anyway!

      • Caryn Says:

        Kat, just to cheer you up, the English sparrows are nesting. They’ve been stuffing nesting material into the arbor vitae where they all live for the last week or so. They are also very aggressive towards each other and other birds.
        There were a lot of birds at my feeders today including a couple of male redwing blackbirds. I don’t often see them here. The woodpeckers are drumming. Someone wants to get started it seems.

      • katry Says:

        Thanks, Caryn. That gives me hope that it will get warm soon enough. I know the weekend will be warmer before the freeze comes back!

  4. olof1 Says:

    52 here today but things will change. At first they said we would get down to 6F and lots of snow but now it looks like it will stay above 32 and mosty rain. This change of predictions happoened during a few hours 🙂 Now they also say strong winds, probably storm strength. I really don’t trust those predictions any more 🙂 But I guess the storm thing might be right since we’ve had storms all winter.

    I think I started to care about seasonal changes when I started to work. Before that I never cared even if I didn’t like winter especially much. Suddenly car windows had to be scraped from ice and they bhad to start too so I wouldn’t be late to work. I realised everything was easier during the spring and summer parts of the year.. What did it matter if the car broke down during summer, it just meant a day at home when I could enjoy the warmth and sunlight. That’s impossible to do during winter 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Christer,
      We had the actual quick change in temperature. Last night at 11 it was 34˚ while the night before at the same time it was 45˚. The snow has stipend and left only about an inch. It may not be much but at this pint I take any snow as an insult.

      You’re right about leaving earlier just to scrape the car windows in the cold, cold morning. Now the frost is melted by the time I go out, and the windows are clear.

      Have a great evening!

  5. flyboybob Says:

    Another nice day with highs in the upper 60s and a little chill this morning. We may be in store for some thunderstorms over the weekend and we can use any rain.

    When I was a kid I adored summer. I didn’t really like school that much and I loved swimming and watching baseball on TV. I never liked winter but spring came next because my birthday is in April. Kids are basically selfish.

    In the spring of 1956 my dad took me to see an exhibition baseball game between the Brooklyn Dodgers and the Milwaukee Braves at the old Burnett field in Dallas. I remember that the third base side of the stadium from the dugout to the left field wall didn’t have a roof because that was the colored section. So many African American fans came out to see Jackie Robinson and the other Dodgers play as well as Hank Aaron that they roped off the left field warning track and put folding chairs out for the fans who overflowed the colored section. It’s hard to believe that segregation existed only a short 50 years ago.

    • katry Says:

      Bob,
      I like the 60’s-warm enough and cool enough. We’re supposed to have a nice Friday and Saturday. Rain will come next week again. I’m glad you’re getting some.

      My birthday is in summer so that was an added bonus. I don’t remember watching all that much baseball on TV when I was young. Now I watch it all the time.

      It is hard to believe that Jim Crow laws flourished even into the 60’s. That kept us a backward nation. How lucky you were to see Jackie Robinson. I saw Ted Williams and feel honored.

      • flyboybob Says:

        I was working part time at a radio station in 1972 when the Washington Senators became the Texas Rangers. I had a press pass and got go in the club house after the games to get interviews for the radio the next day. Ted Williams was the manager and he always wore a warmup jacket in the dugout no matter how hot it was in August. I remember seeing him walking through the club house in his underwear and he had a huge gut. The jacket hid it from the fans and the TV cameras. He wanted to be remembered as the splendid splinter. If Williams had not served as a Marine fighter pilot in both World War II and in Korea imagine what records he might have set. As it was he was the last hitter to have a .400 season batting average and he hit a home run as his last at bat.

        During the first Rangers home series Williams banned tape recorders from his office because he didn’t like being recorded. He could always claim that he was being misquoted by the press. The only reason he continued as the manager in Texas was to give his coaches that extra year in the majors so that they could collect their full pensions. He had an ego as big as Fenway but under that exterior I think he was a softie. I only learned about the coaches pensions after he had died.

      • katry Says:

        Bob,
        I remember when the All Star Game was at Fenway and Ted Williams was driven onto the field in a golf cart. All those guys, the all-starts, surrounded him just to talk with and meet him. Williams was an icon to the all and meeting him was a highpoint for many of those ballplayers.

        I remember his last at bat. He could go out in no other way than a homer.


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