I have come to believe that the weather at this time of year
affects everyone. Particularly on weekends some are depressed or just stay in bed.
Some are even surlier than their normal selves.
Those of us who enjoy the sunshine are just a bit lost. We know six weeks from now (March 20) our
spirits will not be as low.
The greenhouse is frozen.
The snowfall did not melt off the roof and there is no sunshine to warm
the interior, which often heats up to t-shirt temperatures in the winter. The
firewood set for splitting is frozen, so that half the exercise is getting
ready for exercise. The latch on the toolbox
is frozen, so the heroic attempt to get a head start on spring repairs is stymied.
All standing water buckets are rock solid, and I have to go out and chop a hole
for the horse to drink. Even filling a pipe with loose tobacco is a chore in
the wind.
Refusing to succumb to the psychologically obvious is the
mission of the day. No depression, or
angst, or poor humor. Force it. Walk the
dog….but don’t let him slip or splay out on the ice. Crank up the fire. Crank up the music. Mull some cider. Scroll through the humor
sections of the magazines. Take a nap and ignore the blue clouds emanating from
Zeke…….two weeks to go……
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