We are one month away from the first day of spring.
Yes, March 20 will (hopefully) be here before you know it. I know it’s hard to realize now that we’re deep in the February doldrums, but each day we gain a few more minutes of daylight as the earth gently tilts its axis, bringing the pole closer North of the Sun as the South Pole retreats.
A change of season brings a level of hope, especially the transition from winter to spring.
In my opinion, spring is probably the most promising time of the year. The harsh winters are fading, and the promised rebirth of plants and the return of wildlife are tangible reminders of the faith we kept through the long, harsh winter.
Not too long ago the sun started to set before 8pm and we started the rather steep descent in the dark. As I’m sure most of you know, we hit the bottom of the “pit of despair” in winter early on December 21, the shortest day of the year. Then, very slowly, we begin to regain the seconds, then the minutes of darkness that we have ceded to winter.
When you stop to think about it, the days of winter are numbered as soon as it begins, for the path back to the sun begins at the winter solstice.
Yes, it’s much easier to write these words in February when the sun sets after 5 p.m. and you no longer come home from work in the dark. In my head, I know spring is coming, but when you wake up in January in the cold and dark, it really makes quite sense to consider the health benefits of hibernation.
I’ve always joked that I would consider hibernation if my creditors weren’t so narrow-minded about repayment.
The period we are going through, between now and the first day of spring, is, in my opinion, the hardest of galleys. Many of us have exhausted our goodwill and hope in the face of cold, darkness and snow. February is traditionally one of the snowiest months of the year, so there’s that little nugget to look forward to as well.
This winter was not particularly snowy, but it was cold. Old school winter cold for long stretches. Sub-zero temperatures are tough on everything from furnaces to cars to our bodies. It’s Murphy’s Law (or perhaps Callahan’s Corollary) that if something breaks down, it will wait for the most inopportune moment to do so. This time of year is the coldest morning.
This is usually when the fuel oil tank ran dry when I was a kid. Even before there was such a thing as speed dial, my parents had memorized the tank car guy’s number. The poor guy probably worked like a dog during the winter. They won those lazy summers.
I continue to keep the faith until the weather warms up. I do my best to visualize green things and watch movies with a tropical environment. I watch John Wayne’s film “The Quiet Man”, which is usually shown near St. Patrick’s Day, to see Ireland’s lush, verdant landscape. The fight scene is also quite epic.
Hang on, my friends. Winter days are literally numbered.
As always, I await your comments. You can reach me by email at [email protected], phone 715-268-8101 or write to me at PO Box 424, Amery, WI, 54001.
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